All Work And No Place (Day 26)

I have been thinking about work;
weekends and public holidays give me the time to think
when I am not swamped
with the day to day;
that I do not like my work.

It seems to have me
as a robot dog with demands to jump through hoops
but due to a glitch in my programming,
a quirk in my nature,
is not always told which hoops they are
more prone to jump clumsily through
while quoting parts of 'The Hound of the Baskervilles' in binary.

I am a puzzle piece that just does not fit
left behind and ignored
not a footnote but an obscure citation easily skipped over
handed a poisoned chalice;
and with all this expected to be normal:
just a piece to slot in and fill the gaps.

Whatever the case,
this is not the place
that I am prepared
or will
die at.