Retrospective: Too Much Work

Looking through my archives today, I saw this poem I wrote in this blog in December of 2002, explaining a drought in my blogging:

Twere the days after Christmas, and all through the joint,
Mitch was stuck in meetings; staring at PowerPoint.
The quarterly specs nearly ready do dump,
on all the unfortunate programmer chumps.

When what, to my wandering eyes, should occur
but a manager who, up his butt, had a burr.
There were I's to be dotted! T's to be crossed!
Nostrils were flared! Tempers were lost!
Requirements changing! Changing Required!
And so, the designs I'd so lovingly squired
all through the quarter were brutally altered.
Artistry bowdlerized, function befaltered.

When, six hours later, from the meeting he bolted
(five minutes before the crew might have revolted),
he turned at the door, and said with a grin,
"Happy Christmas to y'all - 'til we do it again!"

Of course, a week later my real drought - my nearly-a-year out of work - began with a bang, so I should be careful...

Posted by Mitch at November 24, 2004 02:43 AM | TrackBack