See you later, Litigator!

(Based on the musings of a certain friend employed in a certain organization ordered to participate in a certain seminar for the Ones With Potential. The name of the organisation has been withheld because I have a strong streak of self preservation).

I work so hard, I slave away
I'm at the grindstone everyday
I've reached the top, I am the best
I score an A+ when assessed
The BU leader writes to say
"Good show! You've done us proud today."
And yet things aren't quite what I
Thought they would be, I'll tell you why-

If I'm so good, if I'm so great
Should not my paycheque gain some weight?
Don't I deserve a little rest?
I am, you know, the very best
A holiday to some place far
Or just, perhaps, a brand new car.
But work well done is honoured by

A tougher job- it makes one sigh

For that's not all, 'cause now I'm told
That though I'm worth my weight in gold
I have to claim still yet more hours
I must attend these seminars
And juggling that with life and work
Might just drive a poor soul berserk
Take part in sharenets, sit through class

Hobnobbing with the top(most) brass

"Believe yourself and take control
Don't dally, now, just grab a goal
Fine tune your skills, fullfill you dreams"

But mine don't gel with work regimes!

I dream about the tropic sun
Of winter sports, of golf, of fun
A drink or two, a few cigars
Not slogging hard and clocking hours!

And yet... despite all that I've said
I love my work, my daily bread.
It's customary to complain
My boss is far from being my bane
He really is a splendid bloke
I'm quite sure he can take a joke
'cause if he can't, I'm really screwed
I hope this doesn't get me sued
I think I'll end this bit of verse
And place an order for my hearse. :(