An astronaut

Some days are harder
than other days.
This was one.
I sat up in bed
before the alarm sounded.
Robbed of five minutes
of precious sleep,
I threw the comforter back
and swung my legs
over the side of the bed.
I sat there
trying to remember
what day it was.
Did it really matter?
I pulled on my jeans
and a clean shirt.
I wonder
how many people
really like their jobs.
I work in retail
so I hate mine.
People piss me off.
I should have been
something else.
An astronaut perhaps.
The thought
of the emptiness
of space
is comforting.
No shopping in space.
No people in space.
No refunds in space.
No sales.
No sales meetings.
I should have been
an astronaut.