Go-getter
I want to be a go-getter, time-ticking, button-pushing,
top-class-run-around bend-over-backwards type of guy.
Show them what I got, entertain being on top, offer
to Xerox twenty copies of the new project—
a five hundred page manuscript—“I’m on it!”
Get out the big guns, load the paper in tray one,
brew coffee when the pot is done, “I’m sorry,
I was having fun!” I like it here, I wish the job
wasn’t temporary—“Can I stay? Can I stay?”
Call the old editorial assistant, make time to meet
with him, ask for tips, play it cool. He has nothing
on you, but maybe the Development Editor is setting
you up—on a date? for demise? Stick used staples
in my eye. I’m one of two smokers in the department,
one of the best administrative assistants—the only one
with an office, the only one in existence. Come on people,
pile it on, I’m hot for databases, wild on the phone, eager
to record your personal days, and happy to see you go.
