Jeremy B wrote me, reminding me that while management life can clearly inspire great haiku, the cathartic release of leaving corporate life for good can also stoke those poetic fires:
Irresponsible
Jeremy quit a good job.
And she married him?
or
Meetings got you down?
Try mixing cocktails instead.
Less traffic at night.
Jeremy had a corporate job with fully bennies. It also came with a very long commute and way-beyond-eight-hour-days. It took him just a few months to figure out that he had to act drastically, tootsweet. More than a decade later, he is a happy, successful New Yorker with a beautiful wife and a developing acting career. Although brief, his short stint in a suit probably still gives him the occasional random heebie-jeebie. Thanks, Jeremy B–you've inspired a whole new category of management haiku. If any of you all are in the same boat, please get to scribblin'.
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