Sonnet XI

Whew... did I ever slack on this one. I meant to post this entry oh... about a month ago. Sorry. Not that anyone is probably still reading my blog. So... I thought I would finally write a sonnet about my place of work, simplehuman. It is a great place to work, especially because it is so unique. As evidenced by my sonnet about its location, Goring. Anyhow, our little office consisted of me (well, not anymore, but at the time this sonnet was penned), Leeanne (her surname is Strange, so any references are not meant to be derogatory), John S., Brad, John P., and Kevin.

To Serve Man 1
Our office space is a little folksy.
We make steel bins and dishracks efficient.
Your calls are met by Leeanne's "Okey Cokey,"
A Strange Brit who loves Lionel and Legend.

Each day she teaches John of proper tea
As he works to settle accounts and bad debt.
If this were Brooklyn, Flaco he would be
And Brad, El Chino, she Roja, I bet. 2

Many days were spent emailing to Joe
with revisions to dot co dot uk
And fighting with Satan, my silent foe,
"Sam why don't you call me?" I often would say. 3

The jokes of John and Kev could ne'er offend,
Nor simple plaints of humans that we tend.

1. Okay, so I broke form yet again. All of my other titles have alluded to poetry or major works of prose, but I think the Twilight Zone is pretty poetic. Especially this episode.
2. My job before school was at Cumberland Packing Corp., in the Brooklyn Navy Yard. Most of the people I worked with spoke Spanish as their first language. They love to nickname people based on their appearance (e.g., Flaco is "skinny", Roja would be "red," and El Chino would be "the Chinese").
3. Joe was the web designer I worked with, Satan... another person I worked with who shall remain nameless, and Sam was a buyer at a British department store chain.