My job or u'rs

They dumped upon me...
Work which I thought...
Was not my job.
Frowns showed up;
As I took it up;
And the essence went all sour...
And as the moist breeze kissed me...
Whilst my ambulance ride...
 I realized ...
Work is what I m here for...
Work well done is contentment...BUT;
Work done out of joy is bliss...
& I resented not putting up my best smile...as I took up my part.