I hate my job. I hate the pay!
I hate it more and more each day.
I hate love my boss, he is the pest!
I hate his boss and all the rest.
I hate my office and its location. I can’t wait to go on vacation.
I hate my furniture, drab and grey, and piles of paper that grow each day!
I think my job is he-l, there's nothing else I hate so well.
I hate to work among my peers, I love their leers, and jeers, and sneers.
I hate my computer and its software; I slug it often though it won't care.
I hate each program and every file, I'd hate them more if they worked a while.
I’m miserable to be here. I am. I am.
I’m the miserable slave of the Firm, I am.
I hate this work. I hate these chores.
I hate the meetings with deadly bores.
I hated my job - I'll say it again