Revised Recent Poem: After Being Told Not To Work

there are things to miss
about the old job:
the friends glad to see you
most of them empathizing
agreeing with every lunchtime vent
about changes in policy
and how things used to be more efficient
>
bid a definite farewell
to superficial colleagues
courteous to you only until promotion
then they don’t have to care
or even speak to you anymore
>
clean out the desk
fill the box
inter it at public storage
>
learn to cope with no deadlines
plus entire days where you feel like
you’re getting used to
at least one phantom limb