To MB or not to MB

My application for photo editor of the Spec… that never made it (note: MB = Managing Board)

To MB or not to MB, that is the question,
whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
the slings and arrows of outrageous deadline,
or to raise eyepiece to eye, finger to shutter,
and by opposing, expose one. To die, to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep we mean we hang
out in the photo office ’till 4 am
’tis heart-ache and a thousand natural shocks
to deal with that we call “production” and lest
to give assignments out, and with a keen
associate to sort and choose, ’till pdf doth come.
To sleep, perchance to dream. Aye, there’s the rub:
If photo editor I become, no rest will I endure,
I shall, with charm and wit, use voice and accent
to enslave, nay – recruit an able staff;
and work, and work, and work to death – no! to sleep;
for in that sleep of death, what dreams may come.
I dream of spreads and such, above the fold
and media, of the multi-type to supplement the word
With sound and image, so powerful the message be,
must give us pause. There’s the respect.
And with such respect, command the ear of those
fellow members of the board, to see our light
and dark, the contrasts play in RAW and JPEG alike,
that makes calamity of so long life, so too
makes for good content, layout, and white balance.
And with fellow members of our board,
I’d bear the whips and scorns of time
as well as that of news editors
I’ll capture more than that which shutters see
the life and consciousness of campus walk
can, through my steely team and eye, roam free
the photos in the spec will be the talk
that passes ‘tween the stacks in butler and
make history, that will be the goal of our
photo team, to grunt and sweat under a weary life,
but that the dread of something after death;
the undiscovered country from whose bourne
no traveller returns.
The mind of the editor in chief puzzles the will,
and makes us rather bear those ill we have
than fly to others we know not of…
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
but not the photo staff under I, the editor
for when the time it comes, with finger perched
on shutter, the name of action, I won’t lose
I will the button press w’thout hesitation,
and all my resources use.