I had thought my employment was dead
When my clock joke went o’er the veep‘s head.
I guess it’s no rumor.
He’s no sense of humor,
Just like certain posters I’ve read.
(A bit of a jab back at some of the negative postings on the tank, both against me and Jim the Boss. It got lots of good feedback)
While moving our four UPS’s,
A landscaper caused us some stresses.
What served to confuse?
Another firm whose
Address is just what our address is.
When the Unix guy loaded the cracker,
He became an NT password hacker.
Though it opened our eyes,
There’s no way to disguise
We could be accessed by an attacker.
So to scratch a revenge laden itch,
I arranged for an audit team pitch.
In surprise, we said “Wow!”
But we won’t tell them how,
For we all know that payback’s a bitch.
Though believing the boss was quite able,
I soon learned that is all was a fable.
First the software’s too tough,
Then if that’s not enough,
She went way overboard using labels.
Once my boss told me I should surrender
A new camera that came from a vendor.
So I did as he said
And re-boxed it instead,
And inscribed on it “Return to Sender.”
But receiving some tickets priced steep
Was my rule-spouting boss and a veep.
I can’t take all this nonsense,
For I’ve got a conscience!
I hate hypocritical creeps!