caught in a trap

In lieu of an actual post, I provide you with the following musical interlude about the workplace situation at the moment for your poor correspondent:

Ode to my job:

I'm caught in a trap
I can't walk out
Because I love NY too much baby

Why can't you see
What your doing to me
When you don't believe a word I say?

We can't go on together
With this pace of work
And we can't build our dreams
With this pace of work

So, if another opportunity maybe
Drops by to say hello
Would I still see benign neglect in your eyes?

Here we go again
Asking where I've been {procratinating on a break, jeez louise}
You can't see these stresses are real
I'm crying {in the fetal position under this stack of spreadsheets}

We can't go on together
With this pace of work
And we can't build our dreams
On this pace of work

Oh let me survive
Or stop with these inhumane demands
Let's don't let an okay-sorta situation die

When honey, you know
I've never missed a deadline for you
Mmm yeah, yeah