Eight to Four Thirty

Monday through friday, eight to four thirty, I sit at a desk.

Typing emails.

Answering phone calls

Filing papers.

Three doors down, there's an office full of graphic artists that spend their days creating. 

I create art too, just not at work.

I don't have the qualifications, or the formal training. 

Besides, I'm too busy.

Typing their emails.

Taking their phone calls.

Filing their papers.

There is nothing more satisfying than producing something out of nothing. I have the ability to take an abstract concept and help it materialize into something real.

I value this gift.

Others should value it too.

Instead they see value in my ability to perform mundane tasks.

Typing emails.

Taking phone calls.

Filing papers. 

Tomorrow is Monday.

Back to the office.

Typing emails.

Taking phone calls.

Filing papers. 

But I'm waiting for the time when I'll be...

Taking ideas.

Giving them form.

Sharing them with the world.