.The Apprentice: her graduation
She signed on for a three year stint,
only to be asked for two more.
Five is the minimum for all the
training you'll be getting was their reply.
Those rascals, the harbingers of evil.
Why the Hell did she ever ask for this job any way.
So she toiled for 364 days,
and one by one she had met her quota.
She met her production quota
after the second week had gone by.
An accomplice, rather a co-worker,
had given her a tip on how to make it all work.
From that day on she never missed a deadline.
It wasn't easy.
She would spend her eight hours a day
on the job and much of her off time as well
working like a dog.
Things seemed to be going well for her.
Her work was well received
by her supervisor and trainer.
Next week she would advance to full pay
and more than that perhaps
or a bonus of some sort.
At the end of that fateful day,
it was the last day of November,
she timidly approached her master.
"Well, how'd I do?" she asked,
"I'm ready now for
most any assignment you can give me."
The supervisor, with a twisted sad smile replied,
"My dear you are the best we have ever had
in our apprenticeship program.
The bad news is that we have no place,
no place for new journeymen workers at this time.
Please collect your pay on the way out.
And don't call us, we'll call you."
"Don't forget to turn in your apron."
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