You May Call Me Mrs V
You may call me Mrs. V the woman told new workers.
I am the manager, so I manage what you do.
She is also an overseer, and a micro-manager, someone whispered.
She gave that man a mean nasty I-wish-you-would-die look.
There was a bit of tittering, some smirks, one tiny giggle.
I tried to not get involved in any of this, I needed this job.
I supervise you every day, she told us. So be on your toes.
The man said something else and some people giggled.
I had no idea what it was, but I was glad I had not heard.
After the meeting I inquired about the man who dared.
He is her husband, I was told. He likes to rile her during meetings.
I could tell by her face that his life would not be lovely tonight.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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