Friday, October 25, 2013
The Ax Falleth
Awaiting a Turn
“Something is probable,” our boss winked.
Next day, twenty with identical cardboard boxes
escorted out by guards.
“Ordering more boxes,” our boss winked.
Morale shattered, if anyone cared.
Following week, twenty-one. Including boss.
New boss didn’t wink. He was in Omaha and we had
to Skype him.
Young, enthusiastic. “Stop worrying. It’s cool!”
And it was. Until required two months later to speak
to Rappy Robot, also in Omaha.
He hardly rapped, let alone said anything but normal
greetings and weather. “Warm for time of year.”
We cell-phoned a Shreveport guy at lunch.
“We got Rappy too. He’s a cagey one!”
Labels: employer abuse, layoffs, rap, robot, work anxiety
