Under Pressure
My arms are afflicted with some sort of eczema outbreak across my elbows and biceps. I’m feeling more stress than I’ve admitted apparently.
I work alone in a large, rapidly emptying building most nights. That’s probably against some OSHA regulation. I’m sort of a night-watchman now. Every day more offices close and more furnishings are removed. I wonder empty halls that a year ago thrived with activity.
I can’t change the decision to close Brunswick Naval Air Station.
Every day I’m asked "Do you still have a job?" and "Is the base closed?"
The answer to both questions is "Yes." I do still have a job, for now, though I don’t know for how much longer. The base is effectively closed. We’re non-operational but for one remaining mission involving the satellites I track.
I don’t know what the future will bring.
I work alone in a large, rapidly emptying building most nights. That’s probably against some OSHA regulation. I’m sort of a night-watchman now. Every day more offices close and more furnishings are removed. I wonder empty halls that a year ago thrived with activity.
I can’t change the decision to close Brunswick Naval Air Station.
Every day I’m asked "Do you still have a job?" and "Is the base closed?"
The answer to both questions is "Yes." I do still have a job, for now, though I don’t know for how much longer. The base is effectively closed. We’re non-operational but for one remaining mission involving the satellites I track.
I don’t know what the future will bring.