Today I thought, it’s going to be a good day, but how wrong was I. Our new team isn’t working and is now becoming a bottleneck. It’s embarrassing. I even thought I may be able to work things through as the pressure was off. Wrong again.
Not a chance
Her garbled email, ‘feel sick’ I think ?
You never know, in her armour a chink ?
A chance to work, pressure free
Eager, excited, full of glee
A stressless day, ahead I planned
Not a hope, any ideas canned
Emails arrived, thick and fast
Doing the best, keeping us harassed
From her sick bed, still micro manage
It’d still happen if she was a cabbage
Surprise, some training’s taking place
Surely useful for us to embrace
Another time, confuse, maybe sleep
An act, big boss must upkeep
Excluded again, kept like a mushroom
Fed shit, waiting for our doom