The Downsizing

I dread going to work every day
I never know what will come my way
It's quite a nasty feeling, you know
I wonder if I am the next one to go

Rumors, rumors whispered everywhere
In the hallways and on the stairs
  Did you hear that this department is going?
  Outsourced and forced out by next Spring?

I dread going to work every day
I never know what will come my way
It's quite a nasty feeling, you know
I wonder if I am the next one to go

Vicious rumors whispered everywhere
In the hallways and on the stairs
--But things like this should not be spoken--
Because so many lives are truly broken

        In the end , yes, I dread going to work every day
        But it will work out, I know and I hope and I pray

-- tim pickl, Saturday, June 17, 2000 A.D.  6:30AM

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