but we like having you around, and, hey, somebody has to do the odd jobs, and we think you’re just the man."

***

Alas, I am not lucky enough to have a job that I’m in love with. 

My career is not my life. 

Sometimes I think that I’m just a tiny cog in a ridiculously enormous machine -   but there are also moments when keeping that cog turning seems to make a (slight) difference. 

I have good days and other days. 

Sometimes the other days get ugly. 

But, I always try to do the right things at work, for recognition perhaps, or perhaps simply to prove that I am really not incompetent at my job. 

I can do it well, and I do it the best of my capabilities. 

And if that means that I hit brick walls then so be it - 

I just have to get help when I hit one. I have learnt through bitter experience, that when I hit a wall, they will almost always out-stare me. 

So that’s when I get a ladder, or maybe a sledge hammer.

Knots

(Dedicated to Mistress Alexis)

I am naked, assume the position. I know it well.

She grabs her rope. Around it goes. Through my arms and around again,

knotted then back. " Keep still, please."

and through again, and back around, again and again, and tied off in a love knot.

She double-checks the bondage. Finally she is satisfied with my helplessness.

Then she leaves me alone. I struggle a little. It is hopeless. I am helpless, totally!

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