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  LAUREL
by Patricia J Sanders
Monday, May 18, 2009
Rated "G" by the Author.

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I joined the many whom had learned this lesson before me. Years ago, I had began working a job I loved when a supervisor asked for a recommendation for a second person to assist me. Although I did not know her well, I really liked her mother's work ethic and personality from a previous position, so I gave a blind recommendation. Needless to say, this young gal was nothing like her mother. Eventually I moved, gratefully, on and she was "encouraged" to leave shortly thereafter.


A story to tell
Advice I'd suggest to you
Her mom was someone I felt I knew
She asked on her daughter's behalf
If I would vouch for a new job path
Caring for my friend as a good friend should
I submitted a recomendation like I promised I would
My boss said she's too young, you know
With very little experience to show
Knowing her mom as I did
I felt, I too, new this kid
Instead of a nice young gal
She would prove herself not to be a pal
Feeling she had nothing to learn
She was disrespectful and my advice she did spurn
After it was too late
Former co-workers began to state
What a mistake, with this girl you did make
Others could see, what was not obvious to me
If only I could have seen what strife
This girl would cause to my happy work life
I began to dislike seeing her each day
Preferring to go the other way
She was mean and nasty
Not to mention, devious and sassy
It would all come to a peak
To the point my friend and I no longer speak
A true loss of friendship I can say
Which troubles me to this very day
For the mother could never bring herself to listen
Or even give me a chance to present my position
This short story has a very insightful moral
Please don't ever recommend a girl name Laurel

 

 




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