“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”
The typical company line of convenient answers
when Superior preferred not to bother
with solutions for outstanding business continuity matters
from Liz, a few floors below
Well,
they spiraled to that bridge
Broken employee morale, business audit fails
five alarm fires, daily hell
“Now that we’re here, how will we cross?”
Liz asked Superior
She looked at Liz, lost
“You figure it out,” Superior barked
“You didn’t properly forecast. This is your fault!”
So,
Liz figured it out
She pushed superior off that bridge
Now she couldn’t listen
to her unhelpful bullshit
And not a soul spoke
since the work was finally done
and the money came in
Hefty settlements for silence
Conveniently forgetful
smiling faces…
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