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"I KNOW Where the Door Is, You Little Police Academy Dropout!"

A Secretary-Receptionist Faces the Future - “I Know Where the Door Is, You Little Police Academy Dropout.” The name on the building changed again today I must apply for my own job, they say A smarmer wants more work for much less pay It’s time to reconstruct my resume’ I once was great with videotape and film And could type fifty-five words a minute On an IBM Selectric; my skills are dim The boy-boss taps on a plastic box - what’s in it? For forty years I ruled the company’s ground floor - Security, with a sneer, shows me the door
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Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is:

Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com.

It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.

Lawrence Hall’s vanity publications are available on amazon.com as Kindle and on bits of dead tree: The Road to Magdalena, Paleo-Hippies at Work and Play, Lady with a Dead Turtle, Don’t Forget Your Shoes and Grapes, Coffee and a Dead Alligator to Go, and Dispatches from the Colonial Office.

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