A poem about a co-worker, a busy, diligent, and emotional manager. |
A seasoned and highly-skilled manager Who has toiled well over twenty years For a highly successful corporation Strolls into his familiar, gray office environment Through the slow, but widening elevator doors. Carrying a black suitcase and A sturdy, mobile laptop, He steadfastly walks to his desk, Lays his blue coat and valuable possessions down, And strides patiently toward the break room For his refreshing, quenching cup of coffee. He stoically begins another busy, well-planned, But hectic day filled with contentious meetings, Assisting reliable, friendly direct reports, Utilizing common databases and spreadsheets, And tabulating key process statistics on Overall efficiency and effectiveness. This emotional, quaint, but instructive and forthright employee Doesn’t know much about the grave and uncertain future, But even as the company seeks to reduce unnecessary costs, He pounds away at his business counterparts, Seeking the richest, most coveted rewards His company can expect him to attain. This brilliant, white-collar gentleman Was surely dealt a very fortunate hand: He is truly a lucky dog! |