As an homage to all FiServants who are sl@ving away this holiday season I wrote y'all a poem:
A FiServant drags through the halls where joy becomes “out of scope,”
Holiday cheer gets audited, repackaged, and shipped out with no hope.
The tree looks like it’s begging for someone to pull the plug, too,
Even the ornaments whisper, “You deserve someplace new.”
Happy Holidays and remember you are more than this job...