Showing posts with label careers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label careers. Show all posts

Thursday

Well, Whee!



I’ve got a secret. I won’t tell.
But it has made my spirit swell.
Don’t ask. Don’t peek.
Not gonna leak.
Just trust me. Things will turn out well.


 I simply can’t stay in my chair.
My mind, it zips from here to there.
Sit still? No way.
Not gonna say.
But soon wild wonders I’ll declare.
c2018 by Linda Ann Nickerson


Image:
Theme art – adapted from public domain image
Still from Singing in the Rain, 1952

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Wednesday

Point Blank



To play strategic on the job,
Be careful whom you might hobnob.

A manager who works with me
Is bothered by not one, but three.
These cads will not give up the chase;
They constantly invade her space.

“Step back,” she said, fair to exclaim.
The point is clear. It’s not a game.
Your outcome’s sure to disappoint;
Don’t get your noses out of joint.



Look to yourselves, you garish guys.
Behind her head she might have eyes,
But never for the likes of you,
Because you do too hard pursue.

They disremember she’s the boss,
Which leaves the rest of us at loss.
But soon they’ll be up for review,
And they can bid a raise adieu.
c2018 by Linda Ann Nickerson

Image:
Theme art – adapted from public domain image
Still from Frankenstein, 1931

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Saturday

May-Glow Maniac





One need not be in politics
To practice down-and-dirty tricks.

A cranium may grow obscene
When one fixed on himself is keen.
Look how he swells;
The tales he tells,
While seeking others to demean.

To gain all glory he’ll embark.
He operates without benchmark.
No conduct clue,
He’s much ado –
We think he might glow in the dark.



No pound of flesh will satisfy,
Nor does he still his battle cry.
Napoleon
By him’s outdone.
To this one rules do not apply.

His self-strong shell is compromised,
Though he to date is unchastised.
Enough! Enough!
Let’s call his bluff.
A blowhard’s trust is ill-advised.
c2018 by Linda Ann Nickerson


Image:
Theme art – adapted from public domain image
Still from North by Northwest, 1959

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