Poem about all the things that my boss enjoys. Here is the content:

You really enjoy it, don’t you?

Keeping your employees on tenterhooks

Day in and day out

Loading them with so much work

That it’s a wonder no one has collapsed

Out of sheer stress and fatigue

Finding faults where there are none

Expecting delivery at the speed of a bullet train

And paying incentives at the speed of a passenger train

You really enjoy it, don’t you?

Playing with our feelings

As though they are merely balls

To be smashed for fours and sixes

Claiming that we have a culture of freedom

And then crying foul

When we work in a way

That does not conform to your unrealistic expectations

Assuring us that you are ready to help any time

And then proceeding to waste our time with irrelevant CVs

You really enjoy it, don’t you?

Expecting me to travel 20 km

By the dreaded Mumbai local

With its super dense crush load

In order to reach office at nine o’clock

When you and your wife

Never arrive before half past eleven

You really enjoy it, don’t you?

Taking credit for our successes

And blaming us for our failures

Expecting us to be organised in our work

And denying us something as basic as salary slips

Asking us to be present for a quick call

And then proceeding to waste our time

With irrelevant and unnecessary stuff

Really, is there anything you enjoy

That doesn’t involve your employees suffering?