So that proposal was due yesterday? I thought it was next week.
They told me next week. I’m sure of that.
Really, they’ve got to give us a second chance.
Everyone has days like this, Michael. I’m only human.
So what do you mean don’t bother coming to work on Monday?
So Michael, do you think I can get a reference letter hookup from you?
Bonus poem (1st draft) If you like this one better, let me know in the comments.
So that project proposal was due yesterday?
That’s right, so now our company’s existence is now in question.
Really? Why didn’t you tell me?
Everyone told you, daily. With voicemail AND email AND in person
So about that. I thought you were all being a bit pushy.
So about that, you’re fired.
The desire from human contact
On the arm, shoulder, a full hug
Unties stress and allows us to feel like we belong
Critical to our wellbeing
He took it too far though
Bursting at the seams with things to do
Under the stress of things that should have been done
Still knowing there was more that needs to fit in
Yet here I am writing poetry
Under all the stress that life was throwing Nancy
Perhaps the hardest was being away from her kids
Larry was across the country, and Jane was so busy with three kids of her own
If that wasn’t enough, she was looking at a pink slip sooner or later
Financial troubles were swamping the accounting firm she worked for
That would be enough to make a lot of people to just give up
Every day though, Nancy was thankful for a chance to do good for those around her
Determined to make the world a better place than it would have been without her