Stuck in a wrong job.

I used to roam around the office like a prisoner set free,
Excuse would range from Nature call or going to the pantry,
“Which process you belong to?” People used to ask,
Coz most of the times you could find me doing no task,
My most favorite haunt was the valuations bay,
“Why don’t you join our team?” their manager used to say,
Time & Again I would keep going on a break,
I had lost count as to how many I would take,
And if you find me sitting in my seat,
Probably I would be tapping to the radio beat,
A Dark cast fell and my place got changed,
All of a sudden this free bird got chained,
Right behind me sat the “distributor of warning letter”,
And my manager to the left made it even better,
So my Glorious days of freedom were coming to an end,
And it was high time all my sinful practices I would mend,
The Satans had set some faithful to keep an eye on me,
Any form of cleverness would attract a warning to thee,
God! If you are listening why don’t you set me free?
And Put me in a place where I CAN BE ME ! :D

PS:And to all those inquisitive souls ,I no longer work here. I went on a long vacation within days of me quitting the job. And currently I am working elsewhere ,an Advertising firm and I am kinda enjoying it , I won’t say it’s the best , but I can see that I am somewhere on the path of finding what I am in search of.It might take me years or probably months, coz Apple doesn’t fall on everyone’s head. :P

Regards
Neetha Acharya.