Invitation to HR event, we went, we discovered
we had been sent on a fool’s errant, only Senior
Managers are invited to partake of a formal break-
fast, the rest of us fools and knaves are supposed
to fold ribbons and then pitch up at ten to listen to
the replete Managers telling us how to run our
lives, motivational guru’s, stuffed full, will tell us
what we should do to become as influential as they
are to eat when others starve – so no go, I’m not
going to pay my respects to leaders who cannot feed
the masses, let them eat, I shall keep to my seat in
our open-plan office and read my own motivational
book, I don’t trust their ideas anyhow…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Smart woman - The Peters Principle - rising to levels of incompetency