Financial Quandary

They say this place is haunted,
By dead staff,
Sometimes, I can see their point.
I'd haunt the place too,
If I'd had to be here
All my life.

A temporary job,
5 years ago,
It's become my bread and butter,
The petrol in my car,
The place I have to be,
If I don't want to rely completely,
On my parents.

Oh, wow, it's payrise time,
Right before my full time hours kick in,
For the summer.
This should be good.
An extra pound
For every five hours in this hole.
I'm a lucky girl.

I'm allowed a promotion,
As long as I don't tell any of the others,
It might make them resent me,
Or be disheartened.
Oh, and no higher pay grade.

The politics and backstabbing
Around here
Are worse than any poltergeist.
After my full time week,
There will be reports,
That I've just floated around the place,
Moving things that shouldn't be moved,
Having not done my job.
Because after 5 years,
I still don't know what I'm doing.

Because my temporary job
Has become my lifeline.
They say this place is haunted,
And I'm the ghost.