The Assistant
When they gush over him, it drives me berserk.
He gathers the praise while I do all the work.
He blissfully gathers the laurels they strew
not once giving credit where credit is due.
When they think of his death, they find the thought numbing.
They think with his end no more genius is coming.
Imagine the shock that will light up their eyes
when the ideas keep coming, much to their surprise,
and they finally learn that the ideas were mine.
When his sun finally sets will be my turn to shine!
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Hmmm….. I bet many assistants think like that.
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I think so. When I quit my last job, my immediate boss offered to give me part of his salary if I’d stay. I knew by then he’d been blocking me from going on location because he was afraid that if I was given more visibility that I might be promoted over him.. but I was getting married and moving and did not want to keep the job at any salary. I think he knew I was the reason for his increased productivity plus the reason people started cooperating with him as they liked me but didn’t like him. I think he was fired within the next year…
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It must have galled him when you resigned.
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No, because he knew I was moving to northern CA with my husband. But he did regret my leaving.
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He lost the brilliant mind behind his ideas.
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Well, that would be stretching it. In the poem, yes, but the poem wasn’t about me. I did make the whole process work, however. I was the worker bee.
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Mostly it’s the people who are behind the faces who put in the bulk of the work.
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What a pisser to have someone else take credit for one’s ideas! Should we bump them all off?
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That’s breathtaking!
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