Poem: First Day On The Job

[jakebe]

Hey there, all...

I think I'm going to refrain from posting too much to my LJ for a while, because the current general situation is making me worry myself sick, and I really just need to sort it all out. postvixen pretty much summed up my thoughts on the Bush situation, and I'm really not ready to talk about it. The whole thing just makes me really, really perplexed and sad.

Anyway, this poem...I've very frequently worked in customer service, and I really actually dig it. I like making people hapy, and customer service is one of those unexpected, underappreciated ways of doing it. So, the first day on the job is always filled with that kind of naive optimism, but later on it almost always degenerates into a pretty healthy cynical realism. ;) The Nature Company and the Bookshop have been the exceptions to that rule. I wrote this poem with Hell EZ-Mart in mind.


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First Day On The Job

Born again
with a new uniform
and a shiny nametag
that says "I'm an individual
with something unique to offer you
in this context of brightly colored
cotton-candy consumerism."
I am a shaman of the convenient,
granted with the power to transmute your money
into gas and cigarettes, soda and chips,
with a wink and a smile
never revealing the secret of "how".
Born again
with a fresh coat of optimism
I believe in the divinity
of customer service
and that I can leave you a little closer
than when I found you.
I have a sparkling broom
and a snack cake display I'm immensely proud of.
Come in.
How may I help you?