Closed Letter to Management
Give me a goal, or two.
I will meander toward it, or them,
and find my own circuitous pathway forward.
But, don't ask me to set my goals.
I have none except safe air to breathe,
a reliable roof,
something aromatic in the oven.
Give me just enough authority
to achieve my responsibilities
and whatever goals you set for me
with your view toward the big picture.
The one you must keep dabbing at
each week- the one you see
but never share.
I will meander toward it, or them,
and find my own circuitous pathway forward.
But, don't ask me to set my goals.
I have none except safe air to breathe,
a reliable roof,
something aromatic in the oven.
Give me just enough authority
to achieve my responsibilities
and whatever goals you set for me
with your view toward the big picture.
The one you must keep dabbing at
each week- the one you see
but never share.
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Author's Note
The rise of the MBA and decline of the American middle class are related. Master of the Bullshit Arts. Yes.
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Fuckinay.*
You've been in the Masterful Bullshit Arena, no doubt.
This reminded me how much I disliked being managed. Thumbs up to self-employment :)
Pretty much sums up my life right now--grad school, approaching job search and all.*
What Carol said. Brings back unpleasant memories. *
Oyez oyez, sayeth the blessed escapee. *
“Everywhere I go, I am asked if I think university stifles writers. My opinion is that it doesn't stifle enough of them.” - Flannery O'Connor
Thanks to all of you for the generous responses.
*, Gary. Your well-written message in verse, if I read between the lines, is that the narrator probably won't make it to the 1%.
Good observation, David.
Thanks.