Goodbye, Taxes
Well, I've done it. I took another job. Here are my thoughts, set to the "tune" of Goodnight, Moon.
In a big, white room, there were many cubes,
And lots of people who lunched after noon.
Goodbye, taxes.
Goodbye, faxes.
Goodbye, Ministry of Change Control.
Goodbye, IT director with no soul.
Goodbye, conference room.
Goodbye, off-white cube.
Goodbye, lovely friends that I'm glad that I knew.
Okay, that's as far as I can get. I'm happy for me and sad for them. I will miss my lovely friends, but then again, that's why God created "lunch."