I can remember the nervous butterflies that flew
Inside my tummy as I said my first "How do you do?"
I can still feel eyes burning a path up an down
From the bottom of my shoe to my long hair brown
The once friendly office suddenly felt like a Sea
Filled with a million sharks ready to devour me
To be young and tender exposed to business world
Unsmiling Managers, secretaries and clients made my blood curl
Not to be sure of anything but the need to ask questions
Brought for me on that day needless fustrations
Every move I made was supervised under shaded lids
I prayed that I looked professional, all my fears I hid
I was surely the youngest inexperienced employee there
Condesending smiles made that fact extremely clear
Is it stiil this way, I wonder, looking at the youths in this modern age
Are they secretly unassure like I was trying to earn a fair wage?
copyrightŠ2007Irene
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Note:
Dedicated to my youngest daughter, Kathylinda, who
is a successful secretary.
Way to go, darling!
