Poem: On Getting Laid Off

(This was written to my co-workers when we got abruptly laid off from some dot.com)

What a GREAT group -- there is no equal,
but is there life after EEX SQL?
There was life before, this I know,
and DR came before Domino.

In fact, keep in mind the Domino Theory,
when sending out resumes makes you weary,
"Something sets off a train of events"
and it's all an adventure -- that's my 2 cents.

It's not fair we couldn't thrive on Desktop Recruiter,
while some dude gets rich off a new scooter.
Is life now half empty, or a full half a cup?
What DO I want to be when I grow up?

Return to an office and wear business clothes?
(No -- I'm NEVER going back to those damn panty hose!)
Open my own business -- but if there's a loss?
Besides, I'd have a real bitch for a boss.

Send prayers to God, Allah, Jupiter, or Juno --
Or forward them on to the One named Nuno!
We do not know our fate in the Great Plan,
(I just hope there's always someone around like Stan.)

Will Trinet cover our vacation pay?
Or will the Labor Commissioner have a say?
Intellectual property and where are the assets?
Need a legal degree to figure those facets.

But what about bills, my mortgage, my Dental?
Will I stay healthy, or will I go mental?
Such serious pondering leaves no room for laughter…
And I must remember in the great Hereafter:

When we all arrive at that Pearly Gate
(and we'll all get there, though some of us late)
Yes, when we depart this world -- when we croak,
St. Peter will ask us: "Did you get the joke?"

--meganthemegan 6/17/2005