The Print Services Crew

Sometimes, I hear the wailing cries,
Of an Iggy or a Brenda,
And the strange, pounding noise coming from the back,
Somehow, a print job it will render.

Sometimes, I don’t know what they’re doing,
When they hustle and they bustle,
But when I can’t lift a box of paper,
I know Vincent’s got the muscle.

And Debbie in her office,
And Rachelle and Enele, too,
Are working to make sure we get paid,
For all the work we do.

Angus helps us roll in the dough,
When he rolls out banners for a PCC show.

And Craig, he’s really good at engraving,
Which gets all the campus departments paying.

Puni, Bo, and Anna, they do all kinds,
Of printing, cutting, scoring, folding,
And Ane fixes copiers,
When frustrated departments come a-scolding.

Together, we are Print Services,
Summer, two-thousand eight,
“But what does Kathleen do?” you ask,
I know, I made you wait.

I was hired to make the website,
And the website has been made,
So my time spent here with you,
Has been productive and well stayed.

I don’t quite know when my time is up,
But I know that, in the end,
My greatest reward in working here is:
In each of you, I’ve gained a friend.