A short poem about a day in the life of a customer service associate.
|It's 6:00 a.m. and I'm here at work.
The customers are already acting crazy, the
next level is berserk.
They always want extra discounts, on items already marked
You better not try to inform them of store policy, holy shit, now
they are really about clown.
It's way too early for this mess, I cannot make this up.
Who the hell gets out of bed at 6:00 a.m. to argue about a buck?
To all my customer service representives, godspeed and good damn luck.