Oct 12, 2007 13:25
I am an office minion, a suffering automaton;
A combination nursemaid, mom, and clean up crew--before I’m gone
I’ll finish all my work and that of several other management,
And yet, within the pile of slack I’ve hardly even made a dent!
The work is detailed, legal, and it’s very much necessity.
To get it done despite teh dumb is down to capability.
But what’s the harm of praying for comeuppance of the lazy bums
Who put us in this horrid mess and sit there, spinning on their thumbs?
[I sort of have "I am the very model of a modern Major-General" from Gilbert & Sullivan’s Pirates of Penzance going through my head!]
Nechtan
clueless