An organisation of which I am part had employed a person for whom I have no great affection in a role for which he was not at all well suited, in much the same way a turnip would not be suited for the role of Lucasian Professor of Mathematics. His replacement in this role was eventually sacked for, as far as I could work out, not working hard enough to undo the damage for which he was meanwhile richly rewarded. The idea that she ever worked at less than 300% of human capacity for her entire time is only one of several lies perpetrated by the people in power at the time.
This is a song about that. It’s to the tune of Breakfast At Tiffany’s, by Big Blue Something.
You’ll say we’ve been through the procedure,
Proceeding to departure:
It’s high time we should part.
You’ll give your earnest explanations
Regarding expectations –
Still somehow you don’t seem sad.
She said, "I’m sure we’ll sort something out,
And as I recall someone told me it’s easy."
And I said, "Well, that’s clearly all right."
An awful lot of pieces…
I guess they’ll go on.
So what now? The sun is sweetly dying,
Oh but somewhere else it’s rising,
There’s so much more to be done.