#bosses
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!
Aug 19, 2024
Aug 19, 2024 at 9:23 AM UTC
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?
Aug 19, 2024
Aug 19, 2024 at 9:21 AM UTC
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.
Jun 5, 2024
Jun 5, 2024 at 9:11 AM UTC
There are still places,
as usual, in the seats --
next to the bosses.
Feb 9, 2023
Feb 9, 2023 at 3:30 AM UTC
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
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 10:59 AM UTC
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.
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 4:01 AM UTC
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........
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 1:38 PM UTC
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!
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 9:08 PM UTC
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.
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 5:00 PM UTC
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.
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC