It’s that time of the year when you try to bell the cat—get yourself pegged across the curves of a bell, to be more precise.
Why should I blow the horn, even if I’m musically inclined
Why should I bluff the guff—no, my gift of the gab does not render me obliged
Odd antics, feathers aflutter, vulgar displays beckon nary an invite
If my work speaks louder than words, I care not for embellishments to fight
For if your supervisor fails to appreciate your work, and your worth, that’s dereliction of duty too
Rewarding braggarts and fluff instead—O' what the corporate world has come to
Yes, I am musically inclined, but tootin’ my horn is not my creed
You see, I heard Diddley as a kid, he’s taught me well how to read
I have a good mind to work toward instilling a labor law statute that absolves individuals from participating in annual appraisals, making it a matter of choice.
-- Penned on April 6, 2017, while seeing my colleagues abuzz filling their appraisal forms. Wondering if people can guess the song the last line alludes to.
 |
| From the pop-artist, Peter Blake |
Why should I blow the horn, even if I’m musically inclined
Why should I bluff the guff—no, my gift of the gab does not render me obliged
Odd antics, feathers aflutter, vulgar displays beckon nary an invite
If my work speaks louder than words, I care not for embellishments to fight
For if your supervisor fails to appreciate your work, and your worth, that’s dereliction of duty too
Rewarding braggarts and fluff instead—O' what the corporate world has come to
Yes, I am musically inclined, but tootin’ my horn is not my creed
You see, I heard Diddley as a kid, he’s taught me well how to read
I have a good mind to work toward instilling a labor law statute that absolves individuals from participating in annual appraisals, making it a matter of choice.
-- Penned on April 6, 2017, while seeing my colleagues abuzz filling their appraisal forms. Wondering if people can guess the song the last line alludes to.
