Tick…………………………
Part dreading, part anticipating.
I sit here in the final moments waiting.
Tick………………
So much time has passed, and yet not enough.
Did I do all I could? Am I now up to snuff?
Part dreading, part anticipating.
Tick……………
Jam packed to the gills, hardly slacking.
For all I’ve done in this time, I still feel a lacking.
I sit here in the final moments waiting.
Tick………
The time before this moment once seemed so vast.
Felt I had forever before this would come to past.
Part dreading, part anticipating.
Tick…
What pays the bills is not how I stay alive.
This globe-trotting heart of mine and this job don’t jibe.
First day back to work after a nice vacation.
I sigh and face the day with trepidation.
I sit here in the final moments waiting.
Tock!
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Because I go back to work in the morning…
Raivenne-lations 
Sad, I must return too. But in 4.5 days I will get a much needed break for the summer. I loved the tick tock of your poem. I seem to feel this way every sunday.
I think all of us 9 to 5ers know this well. Thanks and enjoy your summer!!
ugh..can be hard to go back to a job you don’t love after a holiday…i like the tick tick tock…builds up the tension nicely..
The funny thing is – I actually like my job. I just wish I didn’t have to go there quite so often, lolz. Thanks Claudia.
The way you have written this is so so cool. You slowed down time….and I’ve been there…that kind of half awake/half asleep just before the alarm goes off…the feelings that work can create swimming around in the subconscious….sometimes it can become more monstrous than it is in reality…but a feeling we all face regardless. This poem is universal and will be understood by all of those having to earn a buck to survive…
Thank you, POHAH! That is exactly what I was trying to convey. Trying to slow down the inevitable. Hell, my sitting here responding to this is a passive/aggressive delay of when I must walk out the door – hahaha.
stinks…i def do not like the first day back from vacation….you get a good taste of that freedom and then reality comes in for a smack…smiles…nice structure, it def feels like those last minutes slipping away….
“…and then reality comes in for a smack…”
It’s more like a smackdown – smiles – thanks Brian!
I used to be terrible about this. I worked out of town–away from home–all week, every week, for nine+ years. I hated Mondays so much, I couldn’t enjoy Sundays. I’d spend at least the last half of every Sunday cussing Monday. I finally realized what I was doing, and started concentrating on enjoying ALL my days off, and waiting until I got up Monday morning to be pissed off at Monday.
Great write, Raivenne! Just think of all the great stories you have to tell your working pals!
I’m happy to say I’m getting better at it. I enjoyed my Sunday. I only really started bitchin’ about it when I saw the dVerse prompt and realized I only had less than a couple of hours before it closed. In turn it reminded me I needed to get back into my night before work routine again. Reality smacks as Brian noted. Thanks as always Charles.