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Lick Not Bite Where is the sale? Hiding in the sky Quick reach up Get the sale now! Poor agents no sale Time for a meeting Then coaching session And call monitoring Are they following? Teach them then Spoon feed them So they get more sales Aren’t outlying agents With 0 or just 1 sale With 7 or 8 or more Poor little reps Always stressed on calls Pushed to extremes Sales account joy!
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Aug 19, 2024
Aug 19, 2024 at 9:23 AM UTC
Lick Not Bite
NTE Yourself! NTEs were given out each month To the reps with low or no sales In time there were no reps on the account The Fake God was left alone Just him and his support to call They each wanted two fifty k a month To do the work of ten reps It was physically impossible But they went for it and failed Would they give NTEs to themselves?
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Aug 19, 2024
Aug 19, 2024 at 9:21 AM UTC
NTE Yourself!
I was ever most faithful to my labour, A duty that I never paid to man: And even now, I am stripped of this favour, No more am I my workplace's loyal fan. I wish I could say our romance has cooled off, That I'm not stirred by spreadsheets' disarray, Alas, those items firmly must be ruled off, And here the reasons be for this decay: I was profoundly lucky in employment: I worshipped bosses justly - they were gods. I worked hard, in this toil I found enjoyment, Because my contract listed all the odds. I did not sign to slavery, dear Master, I did not sign my health and bloom away, I did not sign that you could be a b@st@rd When things were simply not going your way, I did not sign to poverty and worry, I did not sign to papers gath'ring dust, I did not sign that you cannot be sorry, For I have rights, and note this down you must: I did not sign to shoulder all these burdens, Because they are not written on the page! You cannot simply smile, and draw the curtains, You cannot make us objects of your rage When you yourself do run the ship so poorly! I pity you, but pity is not love; And thus I sign myself, proudly, and sorely, A woman pushed to crashing by your shove.
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Jun 5, 2024
Jun 5, 2024 at 9:11 AM UTC
A day's notice
There are still places, as usual, in the seats -- next to the bosses.
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Feb 9, 2023
Feb 9, 2023 at 3:30 AM UTC
[ There are still places ]
Every day, as the clock strikes ten You march into the office Swinging your arms back and forth In a crude imitation of Herr ****** As the eyes of every employee Focus on your cold, black ones As if by magic A deafening silence fills the office As Hope turns into Despair Trust turns into Betrayal Confidence turns into Insecurities Love turns into Hate And Peace turns into Pieces As your ringing voice fills the air Resulting in a cacophony Louder than those infernal firecrackers Everybody's worst nightmare comes true As you yell at your team Mocking all their painstaking efforts Dehumanizing them with casteist remarks Your voice cuts into their feelings Like a knife through butter Leaving wounds so deep That the scars shine brightly For the rest of their lives You are not an employer You are a cruel, sadistic tyrant Hiding behind the facade Of a concerned maternal figure However, as with all tyrants The day will eventually arrive When you are toppled From your lofty throne Your business will sink Just as the Titanic did You will be in huge debt Your ill-gotten gains evaporating into thin air As your erstwhile employees have their last laugh It is you, who will be left With wounds so deep That the scars shine brightly For the rest of your miserable life
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Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 10:59 AM UTC
Poem to my best friend's boss
The sun rises and wakes a morning yearning Like corporate cattle cows to slaughter, we leave to earn our meals The sun is now at its highest we eat, but our ears are burning Whilst blunt babbling bosses bellow orders, to feed egotistical wheels The sun is setting now, we crave our sleep, we're yawning But lengthy long logs and lists amount, as time it likes to steal We are now at our twilight, and the cracks are finally showing Whilst our plundering pirate pathetic leaders, go eat their gluttonous meals.
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Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 4:01 AM UTC
New World Order
Was Asimov a prophet? Look at the rise of robots! Can they gain artificial intelligence? Isn't that what old Isaac meant? When the slaves become our overlords, Who invented that dumb thought? Was Asimov a prophet? Look at the rise of robots........
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Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 1:38 PM UTC
THE RISE OF ROBOTS.....
Act like the king, When u say u ain't the bosses, When u think like me as the king of bosses don't care about his ****** Why, why, why? Be the king of bosses don't care about his ****** why, why, why??? Move like the boss, If u ain't moving like the boss When you look at the boss, Give me some respect!
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Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 9:08 PM UTC
King of Bosses(Ajani's song)
I had a boss When I worked, A black-hearted sycophant We'll call Bert. There was no escaping From this **** Unless Daddy'd sheathed Before his squirt. He was the smiling villain, With a glad-handshake, And a slap on the back: One never knew of his scurrilous attacks On reputation, On self-esteem, This viper slithered In my Garden of Eden.
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Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 5:00 PM UTC
My Garden of Eden
They asked for my input. So I told them what I thought. Little did they know, Their opinion it was not. I get advice from my peers As the silence fills the room. The air just disappears As if my words spelled doom.
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May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC
Out Loud