“You must stop this ruling of me,
Please let me go, I must be free.”
Smiling, Ego said mockingly,
“It’s you who chooses what you’ll be.
It’s quite simple for all to see,
All my power doth come from thee.
In myself, that’s where I invest.
I have no say in your request.
You’re free to go, to rule your own ship,
Give to me the old pink slip.
Find the passion that’s within you.
Do whatever you love to do.
Make life an adventure, a quest.
Earn an “A” on life’s biggest test,
Live everyday as if your last,
Show your real self, take off the mask.”
My supervisor is a young, soft spoken Asian gal...
Who averted my eyes as she handed me
my end of the year "compensation award statement".
For working weekends and holidays
being an absentee on birthdays and funerals (thank God).
Despite the company riding the gilded air currents
like a diamond studded albatross,
I'll get seventy-three cents an hour raise.
I met her eyes and said,
"a bag of M&MS in the company vending machine
is a buck twenty-five".
She exited the room quicker than a nervous giggle.
She was once one of us. Now she's one of them.
Since the promotion, she's put on about 15 pounds
her face is breaking out. She doesn't smile much anymore.
I suppose seventy-three cents an hour
is better than her giving me the pink slip.
Another One Left Alone
Just a little rant to say
the news from work was not okay!
An unattended child was left on a bus somewhere,
pretty sure that child had a scare.
Twenty-one minutes alone on a bus to summer camp.
That driver will get the pink slip,
because when a child is alone on a bus for any length of time
that is damaging to the child in the mind.
If you are a bus driver,
or a monitor like me,
searching the bus is not crazy.
When the last child gets off the bus
walk to the back and don't fuss.
Examine the seats one by one
then on the floor before you call in “done.”
Tired eyes within an expression of lies.
Modesty sold to both youth and old.
Peering out of an unseen future.
Days spent in a sweatshop to pay rent on a house occupied by a phantom with no name.
Dreams of a surf bound to a contract with no expiration date.
My reward for a job well done being an expedited pink slip that guarantees overtime.
I was lied to by those closest to me.
College was a scam designed to empower the corrupt to a tenure unforseen.
I'll see your poverty and raise you a heart attack.
inside of the line of fire
i recognize my mistakes
i wish that i would have corrected them earlier
a woman's mind and expression while hurt will render you speechless like a broken heart in post
the afterthought and the aftermath will kill you slowly if you choose to remain helpless and lost
inside the line of fire
i find out what love truly is
my pink slip was written on a stone cracked slightly in the middle in solidified pepto bismol
a woman's mind and expression while hurt will render you speechless like a broken heart in post
the afterthought and the aftermath will kill you slowly if you choose to remain helpless and lost
inside the line of fire
i seek the Lord for Prayer and Guidance
He tells me i must exit, deal, and learns from my scars of truth and revelation
a woman's mind and expression while hurt will render you speechless like a broken heart in post
the afterthought and the aftermath will kill you slowly if you choose to remain helpless and lost
outside the line of fire
the Lord can save your soul
of His Presence i will never tire
He AllWays Makes Me Whole
Dear Tenure for Teachers,
You need to abolish yourself.
Be honorable and do the right thing.
Overdose on morphine or jump off a cliff into a den of wild wolves.
The good teachers do not need you.
You are around to help the ones who need to leave the profession.
You have saturated our profession with unprofessionalism.
In any other business, the ones who are inept, lazy, and chronically late are dismissed.
Fired, sent home, given a pink slip.
You have ruined our profession, made us a laughing stock.
Please take your leave, vamoose, disappear.
Do the right thing. Be honorable for the first time ever.
Signed, a Teacher who Cannot Imagine
Why we Developed Tenure in the First Place
They probably thought the elders would go quietly.
Everyone over fifty got a pink slip on the same week.
But one was not enough. We also received two emails.
And a registered letter, letting us know we were gone.
This would be our last month. We were terminated.
I attended a union meeting.
Exchanged phone numbers with two other seasoned women.
I filed a completed form with the EOE at midnight.
My boss was visited by two suits from headquarters at nine a.m.
I was outside, and I heard her say something.
One of them turned and looked at me.
Then he said “She looks so harmless and unassuming.”
I smirked. Glad I had gotten those phone numbers from those women.
To file with the EOE you have to have proof it is age discrimination.
Give them the email and phone number of two other sufferers.
I had outfoxed them; that was twelve years ago and I still work there.
She jumps into the fray
Pretending to be witty and bright
Hoping someone will like her
It is her fourth new job in six months
She will probably be hated
There are weird smiles already
And she has not been training for more than an hour
She begins frowning
For it is difficult to smile
When everyone is against you
Is everything all right? Her new boss asks.
His face has turned ugly. He looks older now.
Meaner somehow. She realizes she has not taken her lithium.
I hate you all! She says, running out screaming.
Knowing the assholes will pink slip her.
Because they are flipp'n bullies.
Got free range to roam
in a plastic dome, poorhouse farm
The debt fence keeps rooster clock me
from payment parachute, golden eggs liberty
Oh, such pecking order karma harm
It’s a butcher’s credit card discount
when it comes to job security
Know for scramble sho’ ...
my life savings gonna bleed
Chicken-hearted, I apathetically
suburbicon move with merit barrier ease
On promotion poverty, I ghetto feed —
The coin crumbs are tossed down
with oval grin fox charm,
to these vote-spinach weak,
scrawny Popeye arms
What’s to become of
upwardly mobile downtrodden me?
I feel the oppression fire,
as I dire breathe
in corporate henpeck attire
So many cubicle drones on a dollar swarm
Got our pension papers
going up in puff severance flames
From the $$ penthouse cigar smoke alarm
Career bobble head success,
it ain’t nothing but frying pan bad luck:
Just no-fault blame
Omelette integrity “yes” chasing a buck
is a sour cluck shame
What’s to become of
downwardly mobile uppity me?
I feel the ambition, pink slip heat,
as boardroom boss dragons say:
To profit prey
is why they fire breathe
I spent a night in Somnia
which put me to the test
The lodgings were luxurious
but I could find no rest
They said it was a quiet town
I fell for all their ploys
And all the stupid sheep I tried to count
made too much noise
Minutes ticking into hours
All my dreams were lost
And like a stir-fry vegetable
is how I turned and tossed
That cheap motel in Somnia
was just a tourist trap
No matter how I tried
I couldn't even take a nap
So I had a cup of coffee
waiting for the sun to rise
The night was finally over
as I rubbed my bloodshot eyes
Now here I am in Sanity
the company where I work
I'm staring at computer screens
and feeling like a jerk
Too many nights in Somnia
have made me hit a wall
Oh great! Here comes my manager
The pink slip says it all!
Upper management market rushed decision:
Cold rational cost/risk measurement —
Downsizing is the capital flow chart right way to go
Middle management under extreme personnel loss liquidity:
Short wigs facing contraction strategy harassment,
skirt the raised profit projected pressure of the actuary table
Lower management stem the tide of the pink-slip discharge:
HR higher productivity quarterly report assessment ...
makes promotion portfolio much more dividend valuable
Low-level office drone,
you move cautiously in the corporate hive
Never bringing any attention to yourself,
especially when the pink slip memos fly by
The queen bee of your department,
protects her workers very well
Although from time to time,
she has a tendency to raise living hell
But you never challenge her authority;
you keep your head down, and your voice low
With five more years to a solid pension,
quietly pushing the papers is the prudent way to go
Make no waves,
utter no dissident voice
Management is always monitoring:
so even when they're wrong,
you say they've made the right choice
Keep pushing the papers,
let your conscience live to work another day
on company pay
Don't examine the papers too close,
do exactly what the company say
You ain't a fearless whistle blower,
you're just a low-level rung on the management ladder
A middle-aged balding guy with a bad bladder
So you keep pushing the papers,
'cause everybody ain't brave like Karen Silkwood
Meltdown of a nuclear reactor from faulty parts
the company sold, which you knew were no good
But you pushed the papers on through anyway,
'cause it was time to punch out at the end of the day
George Bailey taking the icy plunge,
Clarence saved him being his guardian,
a close call,
for Bedford Falls,
saved town from tyrannical bug,
The heartwarming scene at the end,
where townsfolk contribute a dividend,
hearing a ring,
angel got his wings,
poor Uncle Billy's pink slip pending,
George's life finally on the upswing,
till Uncle Billy forgot one more thing,
work in his briefs,
townsfolk red cheeks,
indecent attire thrown in the clink.
12-25-16
Inspired by and sung to "The Whip It" tune by Devo.
CRACK that old age whip
Give it a pink slip,
Step on an elliptical,
Old age shouldn't have come this quick!
Now whip your bod,
into shape,
tone it up,
its not too late,
to whip it,
and slim it up good...
When old age comes along,
you must fix it,
before the youth cream sets out too long,
you must mix it,
when wrinkles come on too strong,
you can lick it,
Now mix it,
mix it good,
pour it on,
its not too late,
to be using,
some Retinol and Oil of Olay,
And if that doesn't work,
don't give up now,
theres still a botox doc in town,
go and get some,
you'll look puffy for awhile,
but don't worry, you'll deflate soon!
Don't nix it,
till you try it,
its not too late,
don't be frustrated,
get some shots
of lots of botox,
And always as a last resort,
if that doesn't work,
call up a plastic doc,
there might just be some glitches,
can make you like Michael Jackson,
and in that case, you'd better zip it!
Now go forward,
move ahead,
its not too late,
to go into debt,
so whip it
whip your card out!
If I tell you I love you
Would you believe me?
Ahh how can I love you?
I don't even know you
Lol
If I say your name
Do you know who I'll be calling?
You have many names
Haha
If I say the sun and the moon shine in your eyes
Do you know what I am talking about?
I am talking about moonshine and sunshine, my dear
Give me some liquors, will ya?
Ahh I don't drink
Just because I am infatuated with you
does not mean in fat u ate whatever you want
I am watching my figure
Lol
I am taking a vacation soon
Going to vacate my cubicle
It's been seeing me too long
And it wants a breather
Ha me too
Who wants to be there anyway?
Just kidding
Don't want my boss to see this
May get a pink slip tomorrow lol
Do the do's know what the don't's is doing?
Why is it don't do but it's never do don't
Ahh but if you say do dong that is a different story
Better keep it clean
We have kids around here
Somebody told me that before
Oh Tim you are hearing me?
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