Queen Bee Poem by bob barci

We welcomed the plus sized woman
to our fold with open arms.
However – we were unaware.
Like the rest of us – she liked to talk.
Quickly, though,
we discovered that her #1 topic of conversation
was what a “professional”
she considered herself to be.
In her careers –
which were many – by age 29
she dealt mainly with the telephone.
I exaggerate –
ever so slightly –
when I say –
she felt she was so good at what she does
that she could talk you
into buying the boogers out of someone else’s nose.
She felt she was so good, so professional,
that she had the right to do
whatever she wanted
whenever she wanted
and no company rules or polices applied to her.
She felt her “professional excellence”
was so well appreciated by the company
that she could come and go as she pleased,
work whenever she felt like it,
for as long or as short as she wanted
and no one had the right to tell her otherwise,
not even the boss.
She obtained the nickname – “Queen Bee”
as she buzzed around her more prestigious part time jobs
of which she claimed to have a few of.
She held herself
high above her co-workers at any job.
One day – however,
she’ll get stung –
and by her own stinger.