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A BONE JARRING PUNCH
How I'd love to pound that lout
wearing his ratty toupee
prancing here, prancing there
a TKO, HE'S OUT!
A bone-jarring punch
a jab to the jaw
a knock to that old belly
would certainly, most assuredly
reveal his inept absurdity.
Hmmm, it's been quite awhile since I last checked in so I'll continue on with the saga of Poteau.
Poteau Continued: Have you ever been placed upon a pedstal or treated as if you were royalty and then realized that your head was really on the chopping block, your way of life soon to be put in jeopardy? Old Joe was good at putting on a show, full of charm, almost falling all over us in every public situation, but that old man was full of lies and we would begin a life of hell for three long years.
A little background first. My husband took the job of Vice President of Academic Affairs under the belief he would have a shot at being the next president when Joseph retired in two or three years. He was to be second in charge of the college when the president was gone, receive an office of new furniure, and run his part of the college and many more things to numerous to list. I was to work part time until Joseph's wife retired in December and take over her job full time in January. According to Joseph, the president, his wife's job was considered to be one of the best on campus. She didn't work summers although the TRIO program she worked for was considered full-time, she had a special parking space on campus, had her own office in another building away from the boss she didn't care for, and didn't participate in summer trips taken by the rest of the staff. I was promised that job. I was told to let my boss know who my husband was and to let her know her place, that his wife "didn't do those summer or over-night trips", her office, etc. Only later was I to find that our arrival in June signaled the beginning of three years of hell, ill-health and battling corruption in the place called Little Dixie.
A BONE JARRING PUNCH
How I'd love to pound that lout
wearing his ratty toupee
prancing here, prancing there
a TKO, HE'S OUT!
A bone-jarring punch
a jab to the jaw
a knock to that old belly
would certainly, most assuredly
reveal his inept absurdity.
Hmmm, it's been quite awhile since I last checked in so I'll continue on with the saga of Poteau.
Poteau Continued: Have you ever been placed upon a pedstal or treated as if you were royalty and then realized that your head was really on the chopping block, your way of life soon to be put in jeopardy? Old Joe was good at putting on a show, full of charm, almost falling all over us in every public situation, but that old man was full of lies and we would begin a life of hell for three long years.
A little background first. My husband took the job of Vice President of Academic Affairs under the belief he would have a shot at being the next president when Joseph retired in two or three years. He was to be second in charge of the college when the president was gone, receive an office of new furniure, and run his part of the college and many more things to numerous to list. I was to work part time until Joseph's wife retired in December and take over her job full time in January. According to Joseph, the president, his wife's job was considered to be one of the best on campus. She didn't work summers although the TRIO program she worked for was considered full-time, she had a special parking space on campus, had her own office in another building away from the boss she didn't care for, and didn't participate in summer trips taken by the rest of the staff. I was promised that job. I was told to let my boss know who my husband was and to let her know her place, that his wife "didn't do those summer or over-night trips", her office, etc. Only later was I to find that our arrival in June signaled the beginning of three years of hell, ill-health and battling corruption in the place called Little Dixie.
posted by Mines Broken @ Thursday, October 16, 2003
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