Nostradamus??

We all will be singing this poem next week!!!

Last week we came to the office
Thinking there was nothing amiss
Till we were plucked out of our cozy chair
And plunked into the EBM lair

We were put through a tough schedule
In that crazy module.
Our senses ruled by Pre TAT and Pub TAT
And our ears by the operator from AT&T

Dinner is served at the doorstep
For those willing to do a hop and a step
Who has time to eat?
For fear of missing the beat.

Alert calls to the left of us
Live calls to the right of us
Bullets and numbering poking holes
On some company brief that is supposed to be whole

Probably it is our fate
That now we are 10 pounds lighter by weight
Can anyone be so crazy
As to type out a document that at best is really hazy.

All this at the midnight hour
When all sane people are asleep by far
Only the weirdo of the EBM kind
Can be so daft as to be alert body and mind.

We hope CCBN empties its bucket
Or for that matter Ashok dips his hands into his pocket
For what we have done in the past 7 days
Is surely worth more than whatever it pays.