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This week's Monday Listicles is an 'open' week.  No set topic SO I am going to coincide this week with POETRY AT WORK DAY: 2014!  Whoo hoo!  It is Poetry at Work Day!  Believe it or not, poetry can be found everywhere, even in that four-plus hour meeting or your colleague's chaotic desk.  This shall be a mosaic of things for you to read and click and do, so enjoy!  Mill around!  Mingle!  Happy Poetry at Work Day!

Here's an interesting link about Poetry at Work Day.  Did you know Robert Frost was a chicken farmer?

Tweet Speak Poetry

So to go with the 'theme' of work, here is a quote that I found and saved recently:

All of us have moments when our sense of fulfillment seems to have evaporated... but we must remember that moods do not determine misplacement. People who are misplaced, feel unable to function in their role... they avoid their main task and work feverishly at another to compensate. Doing their assigned job depresses and frustrates them, because their heart holds passion for something else. If you are working a job that you continually dread going to, it is time to do some soul searching. I am convinced that there is seldom any such thing as a bad employee, just a misplaced one.

This made me think of the phenomena of doing 432 things BESIDES what you are supposed to be doing and thought I would list all the things I routinely do instead of planning/prep work:

Top 10 Things I Do Instead of Work:

1.  (eh hem...) Blog

2.  Clean the _______________________ (fill in the blank) My house is never more clean than when there is an approaching new semester.

3.  Dismantle the refrigerator, clean out and reorganize.

4.  Organize my: junk drawer, calendar, bill paying system, skivvies drawer, closet, etc. etc. 

5.  Wash the dog

6.  Make a To-Do List

7.  Make Fridge poetry

8.  Sort and organize the recycling

9.  Organize and clear off laptop screen

10.  Start at #1.  Rinse.  Repeat.

Now, a work-related poem.

The World Outside

A board (bored) room table

circled by experts

picking at threads, 

negotiating the inconsequential.

Each grain of sand in the hourglass

heard thundering to the pile of grains

gone.

Meanwhile outside the windowless room

needs go wanting, laughter rings out,

a song filters from an upstairs room,

and the sun flickers through each tree 

on its way down.