Será?

Será?

Trabalhamos em horários estranhos… que nem as putas!

Nos pagam pra fazer o cliente feliz… que nem as putas!

O cliente até que às vezes paga bem, mas o chefe fica com quase tudo…que nem as putas!

Nosso trabalho sempre vai além do expediente… que nem as putas!

Somos recompensados por satisfazer as fantasias do cliente…que nem as putas!

O cliente quer sempre pagar menos e que façamos maravilhas… que nem as putas!

Todo dia, acordamos e dizemos: “NÃO VOU PASSAR O RESTO DA VIDA FAZENDO ISSO”… que nem as putas!

Se as coisas dão errado, é sempre nossa culpa… que nem as putas!

Sempre acabamos fazendo “serviços” de graça para o chefe, os amigos e familiares…que nem as putas!

Apesar de tudo isso, trabalhamos com prazer…que nem as putas!

Será que somos profissionais de informática mesmo?

Quem estiver com meu filme “Office Space”(Como enlouquecer seu chefe), me devolva!!!!!!!!!!! Assistiu? Se não assitiu, assista, é uma aula sobre trabalho!

By Myself

What do I do to ignore them behind me?
Do i follow my instincts blindly?
Do i hide my pride away from these bad dreams
and give into sad thoughts that are maddening?

Do i sit here and try to stand it?
Or do i try to catch them red-handed?
Do i trust some and get fooled by phoniness?
Or do i trust nobody and live in loneliness?

Because I can’t hold on when stretched so thin
I make the right moves But I’m lost within
I put on my daily facade but then. i just end up getting hurt again

Chorus:
By myself (myself)
I ask why (but in my mind i find)
i cant rely on myself
I can’t hold on
(to what i want when i’m stretched so thin)
its just too much to take in
i cant hold on
(to anything watching everything spin)
with thoughts of faliure sinking in

if i turn my back i’m defenseless
and to go blindly seems senseless
if i hide my pride and let it all go on (then they’ll)
take from me till everything is gone

if i let them go i’ll be outdone (but if i)
try to catch them i’ll be outrun
if i’m killed by the questions like a cancer
then i’ll be buried in the silence of the answer

(chorus)

how do you think
i’ve lost so much
im so afraid
and i’m out of touch
how do you expect
i will know what to do
when all i know
is what you tell me to

dont you (know)
i cant tell you how to make it (go)
no matter what it do, how hard i (try)
i cant seem to convince myself (why)
im stuck on the outside

i cant hold on
(to what i want when i’m stretched so thin)
its all to much to take in
i cant hold on
(to anything watching everything spin)
with thoughts of failure sinking in