THE LOST CONTRACT

THE LOST CONTRACT

I worked today into evening

Covering for a boss at the site…

That was once my operation,

Another company’s fight.

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Our management treated us idiotic,

Really not telling us a thing…

Until in one short weekend

Our contract felt the ax swing!

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It hurt just as much as when fired,

I was second in command…

Hurt that our account manager

Easily allowed us canned.

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Taking ownership of a job site

I did and did my best…

Can’t understand why we lost it,

The thought has never allowed me rest.

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The first few years of my working

At the site where I am now…

I was accused of trying too hard,

Pushing to  make up for that blow.

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Been back several times to cover

The gates at “my” old site…

The company that took over,

Took over US another night.

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I can’t help but show some hustle

If that would ever repay….

A long-time-ago contract,

That haunts me to this day.

–Jonathan Caswell

LIKE THIS JOB…NOT ALL OF IT!

LIKE THIS JOB…NOT ALL OF IT!

(I gotta come up with fancier titles!-J.C.)

 

A Site Manager came to me,

Commenting that I must be…

Pleased with this work

And love to lurk

At that place constantly.

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Did I really love this job?

I don’t wish to sound a snob…

It’s not all joy

At that employ,

It’s a way to earn a “bob”.

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It once was “my site”,

With a wish to work it right…

The account was lost

And I bore the cost,

Of higher-ups with consideration “light.”

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The uncertainty of when traffic comes,

Definitely sometimes bums…

Folks tend to flash by

When one’s eye

Is distracted by hearing different drums.

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At this guard post you cannot sit down

For long, with traffic around…

To stand in the door

With regs to implore,

And directions to where trucks are bound.

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The worse thing about all of this,

Depending on others to piss…

Bathrooms are over there

So schedule with care,

Leaving your post you can “kiss”!

(your job goodby!!!)

 

–Jonathan Caswell