In honor of those few staffing their offices this holiday season, this poem is for you:
'Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the office
Not a creature was stirring, except for my mouse.
Surfing the Web for bargains with care,
In hopes that free shipping offers still would be there.
My coworkers are probably all snug in their beds,
It's 9 a.m. and they're still resting their heads.
While I am at work on a skeleton crew,
Covering for them and taking on their to-dos.
It's hard here at work without the usual clatter,
Where getting motivated can be what's the matter.
But without interruptions I get work done in a flash,
And then focus my energies on planning my bash.
The copies are done and the Post-Its in place,
Assuring I've completed the tasks -- gee I'm an ace!
But being alone here with my boss out of sight,
Maybe today will be an early good-night.
Here's is Clement C. Moore's original poem in its entirety.
Check out this article if you are holding down the fort and managing work while your coworkers are out.
Happy holidays!
