The Forgotten CRM

Dear Diary,

When I write a poem, you know it’s the end of the year. So, here is a great new addition to the Seasonal Poem Series.

Happy Holidays, everyone!

Until next time, January 15th!

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 The Forgotten CRM

Is it true that all you seek is buried?

Continue to search.

Unrelenting and stubborn, I knew it, I knew the truth was right there.

You can believe in me; you can use me.

In plain sight the person’s record was there, I knew I had it.

Haste pushed you to click the wrong accounts, I forgive you.

For those unfamiliar or distant, what you search for will truly feel distant.

You choose to ignore me and trust mysterious excel sheets stricken and quickly-aged, that live outside of my humble abode – the highest form of dishonor.

Who am I to judge?

I am but a lonely space of storage, spewing queries at your demand.

A safe space of words and numbers, a world of unlimited energy and information.

Refresh the reports that I share with you, to see the numbers, figures, stories, I tell.

Create your dashboards, honest and bold.

Enter a name and an account appears.

What truths could I try to keep away from you?

Me?

Difficult to use?

The insults continue.

An extension here, a modification there – I can try and change for you. Bring forth the add-ons, the imports, if that would help.

I sit patiently, neither of us are at fault. How can I blame you for your distance?

How can I say “log-in and spend some time exploring the tabs and details?”

I cannot.

So, my patience continues as the sky stretches above us.

Feeling heavy and forgotten, I will still be here when you return.