–Or, a Visit from the Bosses in the Front Office!
By Steve Bender and Your Friends at Fleet Street
‘Twas the night before quarter’s end and your review’s finally come.
It’s the time of year that makes a fleet manager numb.
And while you’re hoping the boss can see that you thrive,
The truth is there are no cars for your fleet to actually drive.
Your vehicle orders are hung by the assembly lines with care,
In hopes that the microchips will soon arrive there.
Your drivers are nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of accident- free miles drive through their heads.
With the supply chain in a kerfuffle, and delivery estimates a joke,
You’ve told the CFO your crystal ball is officially broke.
And because out in the field your colleagues are frazzled,
The boss didn’t notice that your numbers had dazzled.
And while the rest of the world crumbled like pawns,
Did anyone notice you were an oasis of calm?
Dapperly dressed from your head to your toe,
Is there any line you won’t actually tow?
With clocklike efficiency you handled whatever they threw,
Like that lot full of Yugos you bartered for fuel!
Like an “Employee of the Year” you never say “no,”
Though the reality is you don’t make enough dough!
So, while lesser managers cower and shake in their covers,
There’s something your colleagues have already discovered.
That when it comes down to knowing your stuff.
There’s hardly another fleet manager who comes up to snuff!
So, with the season of joy officially upon us.
Its abundantly clear we need to be honest.
So, speak not a word, and get straight to your duties.
Even though they treat you like you’ve got cooties.
Those of us who love you more than you’ll know.
Can tell no one looks better with that holiday glow.
So, hold tight to your principles with all of your might,
And from your friends at Fleet Street, to all a good night!