If only management could tell the truth just once!A Poem by andrew mitchell
The price one paid
for going to work was having your spirit broken, and who should be cruel to rule talking with fork tongues but the CEO and manager together with their small man, woman syndrome. Yes! The patronising hierarchy sits on a perch gloating with bloated wallets where those in need in the force do not get their over inflated bonuses. When the two headed monster slaps you on the back of your head hard for making a mistake, he/she is shaking you hand for being such a good worker. What is one to believe? When a little bit of truth could go further... their credibility dies on their transparency to deceive.
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1 Review Added on December 20, 2020 Last Updated on December 20, 2020 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more.. |

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