E-Valuation

If you start a job, a job that hasn't existed before you started it, and you aren't given a job description and you can't create a list of goals to which you will be held accountable a year later because the scope of your project, and hence your job, changes every few hours, and if your first boss quits, your second boss quits, your third boss is a contractor and is, therefore, not responsible for evaluating your performance and then you get your fourth boss but then changed jobs into another newly created position that also has no job description and you get a fifth boss who asks the boss of your third boss, the contractor, to handle your review, how are you evaluated on your job performance?

Just curious.



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Doublin'

Animals marching 2 x 2
Twins
Coffee for some
Dipping
Or nothing
Trouble
Thing 1 & Thing 2
Your pleasure, your fun
Peas in a pod
On a bike
Your odds
Bubble


Bon Voyage



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Cardamom

Like a voyeur (that'd be the peeping tom), it spices things up.
Like Hanoi (that'd be the capital of Vietnam), it is exotic.

Unlike Doomhauer (that'd be Dom), it smells yummy.



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Blooz

So, if sadness is "the blues", why do I feel grey?
Dull and metallic, not shiny, magpie-attracting metallic.
Just old lead pipe grey.

And why do my eyes feel (but not look) red?



I am a gaping void
Where loneliness resides.
The song in my heart turns mournful and off-key.
Where have they gone?
Where have they gone?




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Agrarian

Marion.
Madame Librarian.
Has she forgotten her farmland childhood?
Has she been uprooted from the very soil from which she sprouted?
Does she drift aimlessly as a tumbleweed?
Does she try on new identities as she slips into a book during work hours?
Will the dirt fall off the heels of her sensible pumps?
Will she acknowledge her cousin when she passes his John Deere on the street?

We will never know.
We just won't.







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