Friday, January 30, 2026

Friday poetry challenge: Replaceable You

I’m trying to replace myself but it isn’t easy.

The Powers That Be like to insist that I’m irreplaceable—usually when they want to sweet-talk me into taking on some extra bit of work—but nevertheless they want to quickly identify someone to replace me as Director of our Center for Teaching Excellence so I can train my replacement over the course of the fall and make a smooth transition that will maintain our momentum. They’ve asked me to write a job description so they can seek and sort applicants, which is a nice switch from the previous selection process, which ran something like this: "We need a Director. You’ve done it before. Do it again."

So I’ve spent some time trying to succinctly describe my duties and the characteristics needed to fulfill them, because I have to write something more specific than "Wear yourself out trying to meet everyone’s needs without adequate resources or support." I have crafted a bunch of bullet points using HR jargon to describe skills, tasks, and dispositions, but I haven't shared the other list, the secret list that can’t be put into words in an official document. Things like "The successful candidate will possess the ability to say yes in a way that clearly means no, a willingness to allow others to take credit for one's own work, and eternal patience with people seeking the magic wand that will make all their classroom problems disappear."

It could be worse--it could be verse!

There once was a Center Director
whose seat was equipped with ejector,
but before she took flight
the boss asked her to write
a description to help them select her

Replacement, an ideal mixture
of cheerleader, scholar, and fixer;
whose magical skills
could cure all teaching ills
and multiply budgets--neat trick! Sure, 

We're seeking a teacher who's stellar
with students, and then we'll compel her
to trade classroom chores
for admin meetings (bores!)
and "unspecified duties." (Don't tell her!)

So the Center Director is trying 
to describe her own job (without lying)
because she must replace
herself--in some haste--
or else she'll be here 'til she's dying.

 

Your turn--put your replacement's job description into verse. 

2 comments:

dgwilliams said...

Ode to February 4:
We are "better together" says the CEO
Who has his own closed off office. Oh
he doesn't have to deal with wide open space
Of the new standard floor plan that makes face-to-face
The regular occurrence across narrow halls.
(Continually)
*and now-shared one-sided conversation-distraction of others joining virtual meetings with people far away lol*

Yet my job doesn't require any interaction with these employees.
The work really involves more equipment than verbal cheese.
Speaking binary language is more suited to my computer
That moves so slowly it makes me think of pewter
Clogging up it's inside machination;
I made an IT request for a new one (should I give up expectation?)

But then there are nice folks
To sit down at lunch with.
Some time to relax and to catch up with
Friends not expected when the journey first started
But meaningful still in the first-forced now wholehearted
Interactions to share impressions of work.
This chosen together feels different, more real,
Not driven by authoritarian zeal
Or veiled passions of greed.
This interaction indeed
Is Better Together

Bev said...

Oh this is wonderful! Especially that final stanza.