by Tom Fegan
I sat in silence as I viewed
the solitary name plate bearing my name.
My business cards were now worthless as I
reflected on the day my career began.
I had graduated with a degree in business and thought
the world was mine. I was wrong.
Recession and layoffs became
the cause and effect of my life.
Experience and service were not
considered in cost-cutting decisions.
School taught me how things should be
when in fact they rarely are.
Nowhere were snitches and nosy secretaries
and stealing the credit from whom it was due
or the corporate officer’s lover whose job was secured
as long as the boss was pleased.
“There are many practices
and few principles in business,”
a wise former colleague once said.
I didn’t take it literally and
I wish I had.
I took my severance check with my soul intact
and left the cubicle jungle where I hoped to stay
and hopefully gain promotions through
It didn’t happen that way.
It’s the unemployment office for me
and a new resumé.
The battlefield of office politics:
I know the rules this time.
I’m keeping one eye over my shoulder
as I begin another position at the next
published 27 February 2013