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Work and Wellbeing

Who does she think she is?

I’m the boss around here;

don’t tell me how to do my job.

I know what the process says,

and I won’t be advised of it.

See to your own responsibilities-

this is my space; don’t put your feet in it .

All in a day’s work, I’m afraid;

personalities pushing and pressing,

all to get their own way.

It’s a fool’s game they’re playing.

There’s always another stronger

and more able to set the pace-

determined to make you lose face.

Complaints, grievances run amok, jumping

through hoops to try and make a point of sorts.

Mediation, arbitration, investigations-

and even sometimes disciplinary action.

There’s always ways to dodge the bullet-

no witnesses to help the victim prove it.

She was trouble-I always knew it.

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