She was bangin away on the keys.
This sweet baby Jesus elevator music played in the background
I stood there, for what felt like eternity
She looked at me, stone dead gaze while banging away on those keys
Her annoyance was a well written play over her face.
It probably wasn't me, it was probably the job.
Day in, day out!
Hassled by people
Nagged on, chewed like some dog treat by some pompous micromanaging boss
It's a logical reasoning
I just wanted some help
It was apparent, it wouldn't be easy
She was already beyond annoyed
I turned, walked out the door
What I needed
Just wasn't that important
I'll go crawl back into my hole
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