Count My Blessings

Damn! I finish work hours early, Finally get some time of my own. Suddenly the front door knocks, As it opens slowly with a groan. Revealing my good boss from work, I phoned Shaun and got no reply. I really need you in tomorrow, Sorry, but I need a stand-up guy. Work! Work! Work And work! Sometimes it cuts like a knife. And I will be there tomorrow, A demanding fact of life. For at least it'll be cooler, Might rain a drop or two. So I should count my blessings, While enjoying the job I do. Perhaps I shall write a poem, Nothing too heavy or too deep. And on returning home I can be, Blessed by a good nights sleep.