Being a Yes Man
I want to design a creative rainbow chair the designer said.
They knew it would be marvelous, wonderful, exciting.
They were her “yes” teammates.
They always “yessed” everything she did.
It was marvelous of course.
But uncomfortable to sit on.
None of them told her.
Being “yes” people who wanted their jobs.
unfortunately, it was a flop and no one bought it.
They had produced fifty thousand of them.
Now they were out of jobs,
thanks to saying “yes” one too many times.
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