an ode to BBVA

I couldn't decide between writing a poem and writing about work so...

Adventures at BBVA
"Bay Bay OooVay Ah" to you,
Downtown, Alcalá building
From 9 until 7, floor two.

International payments and profiles
Analyses, investigations,
Electronic banking and transfers
But for now, just a few observations:

José likes his windows wide-open
Teresa gets cold and complains,
The person at my desk before me
Enjoyed making paper-clip chains.

Raquel dashes office-to-office
Running- not even fast walking,
Juan Carlos fiddles a silverish cube
When calling or waiting or talking.

Alberto's a paper-ball wadder
The smaller, the better, the tighter,
Smoking inside is permitted in Spain
I think I might steal Pepe's lighter.

The cleaning girl cuts up old bottles
To plant little ivy-type beans,
It makes the whole place feel exactly like home
Without casual Fridays or jeans.

My computer is none-too-impressive
My efficiency? Hmm, not the goal,
I'm dealing with low RAM and hard drive
But at last I've a mouse that can scroll.

And my screen boasts a perfect reflection
Of my boss, whose desk is behind me,
So reading the news... checking my mail...
Writing poems? he never will find me.

Afterword: I actually wrote all these verses at home on a Saturday... faithful little employee that I am.