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Poem About My Past Resume
The Credit Union for which I worked was like a bank
(but we were not to think that, nor say so);
too many supervisors gave my chain a yank---
too many windbags with a storm to blow.
Too much circumspection, and not enough frank
discussion; too much labor intensives, without smooth flow;
too many axes to grind, too many urges and grabs to make
inefficient alterations just for changes' sake.
Leadership must have thought we were like rodents; their simile's
derivation came from a book they adored, about moving cheese. *
This became a sacred text for them, elevated above common sense,
established business acumen, state laws, and employees' experience.
My last year there was heavliy loaded with office politics---
like Soviet style administration, by single party Bolsheviks.
Starward
