A Swansong For Jeremy

I have had only 3 employers in my whole life, for which I am grateful and proud; I have been lucky.

There has been a formative 2 year introduction to the world in a paint factory, 23 years in I.T. with the second largest FMHG manufacturer in the world and, latterly, 12 years in I.T. with an English local government organisation: the miserable side of employment, the enlightening side of employment, then the stultifying.

An occasional “fact” of my working history endures, for whenever a “need” for major change commences, whether it be the literal decimation of staff to introduce automation, or to boost profits through standardised globalisation (several times), or to slash costs by merging 2 (or more?) local government organisations, there has always been a catalyst for change: a hate figure, a chop-man, a lying parasitic bastard akin to a Judas sheep (“follow me; for if we go forward together this will not hurt”); you know - the person who changes job every couple of years.

One such we called “PB” (psycho-bitch). One bloke “speedboat”, for he went through departments leaving a bow wave that capsized morale and undermined the banks of operational support within that organisation; then there was Jeremy, a real name and a real shit-sucker who rightly acquired the mockingly accurate moniker of “Jerenemy”, for he truly was yer enemy.

Now, once again, I am passing through a “need” for change, but this time to save money, to pay off government debt. I will not name our current chop-man, but for those who may follow this blog, here’s an old poem of mine that once circulated via numerous notice boards….

A SWANSONG FOR JEREMY

Dear Jeremy,

what can be said?

you got a department

to shoot in the head,

but the ropes of support

that held "I.T." in place,

soon dropped their load

to splash back in your face.

Like a 10 second surgeon

with blood on your hands,

you've cut off the legs

upon which you stand,

for the droves of staff

that raced past your door,

were a team of professionals

that kept you off the floor.

Not for much longer

will this go on,

we'll continue to leave,

one by one,

and a time will come

when we are no more:

a time not far off,

when you'll see your door.

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