An auditor called,
He would like to have a "chat"
-bring all your receipts.
Copyright 2009
Showing posts with label Management. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Management. Show all posts
Friday, March 20, 2009
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
NaPoWriMo Poem #30


Reporting Complaints
by Edward S. Gault
As we were getting ready to close up,
She came in and asked all these questions.
So Jan loses it, and she reports
Him to the supervisor, who then passes it
On. Naturally, the director assumed it was me.
Lacking evidence never bothered him.Everybody backed up management. It was
So much easier than questioning.
Copyright 2008
Well, We've come to the end of National Poetry Writing Month
(NaPoWriMo), and I had a great time withn the challenge. Also I
got to meet all kinds of people in Cyberspace doing it. If you
visited Forest River Journal and enjoyed it, I hope you'll come back.
Friday, November 2, 2007
Here's One for the Republicans!
MGT Philosophy
By Edward S. Gault
As we drove down I-93
To Boston from Salem
My friend’s father told me
About how he retired
For a year
And just played golf.
About halfway through the year,
It was routine.
When he woke up, he thought
“gee now I have to go play golf”
So he went back to work.
He said he was the manager
of a chain of stores.
When he hired a new manager
He would delegate to them
Responsibility for the whole department
-Let them handle it their own way.
He even gave them a few days off
Before they started
So they would be refreshed
And invigorated
To get to work
And to do the numbers.
Then he said that in the 60’s
He went to this place called The Shark’s Cage
Where people threw beer bottles
At this guy singing in a chicken wire cage.
I wondered if the guy
Ever got a couple of days off,
So he could come back
Refreshed and invigorated
To throw bottles back at the audience.
Copyright 2007
By Edward S. Gault
As we drove down I-93
To Boston from Salem
My friend’s father told me
About how he retired
For a year
And just played golf.
About halfway through the year,
It was routine.
When he woke up, he thought
“gee now I have to go play golf”
So he went back to work.
He said he was the manager
of a chain of stores.
When he hired a new manager
He would delegate to them
Responsibility for the whole department
-Let them handle it their own way.
He even gave them a few days off
Before they started
So they would be refreshed
And invigorated
To get to work
And to do the numbers.
Then he said that in the 60’s
He went to this place called The Shark’s Cage
Where people threw beer bottles
At this guy singing in a chicken wire cage.
I wondered if the guy
Ever got a couple of days off,
So he could come back
Refreshed and invigorated
To throw bottles back at the audience.
Copyright 2007
Labels:
60's,
Boston,
golf,
I-95,
Management,
Philosophy,
Salemn
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