I always cleaned my desk off on Friday.
Hoping they would say I did a good job.
I guess they did, because on Monday they
Always brought new files and folders.
All filled with problems no one wanted.
I had been with the company so long.
I no longer remembered all the changes.
Just how to solve the problems,
That happened every day.
It became my portfolio.
The cases no one wanted.
Others who sought only easy ones,
Always quickly gone with the downturns.
I still had my work though.
My chair, my desk and dignity.
When there was a problem,
They still knew my name.