First Real Job Poem

I got a job! A job is what I got.
Making big $$$ as a real big shot.
With an office space that’s just for me,
And also 2 others, no make that 3.

Got a desk, with my nameplate on it.
All in CAPS, just like I want it.
And the view? Man, it’s truly great.
This cityscape poster is first-rate!

Got staples, pencils, pens, and more.
Like hitting jackpot in an office store.
A fancy computer from some future age.
With dial-up Internet. It’s all the rage!

Full access to a nice conference room.
For holding conferences, one would assume.
And the water? Yeah, it’s from a cooler.
Won’t drink warm water, like some fooler.

I’m set. My story is one of success.
I get what I want, never settle for less.
Living my life, like nothing’s a prob.
That’s what happens when you get a job.