Just a sales assistantA Poem by LornaNeed I say more?
I am just a sales assistant,
What do I even know? Well i know you own a credit card, and this printer has to go. You're cruel, you're mean, and you don't know me. So why the miserable tone? Don't you think, that if I had a choice, I'd quit my job and go back home? Be nice to me, I'm nice to you.I smile, and I'm polite! And I always grin and bare your s**t, the customers always right. Sometimes you make my day so bad, I may go home, and cry and yell, but you don't care, for what am I? My purpose is to sell. But you forget, that I am human, with a heart, a soul and head, Remember 'The Inspector calls?' Eva Smith, was dead. Would you pay attention to me, if I did the same? Would Inspector Goole find you, and say you are the ones to blame? Let me make this short and sweet, I f*****g hate my job. And if you think that I want to serve you, you are an ignorant snob. I have to do it, If I didn't, I wouldn't, and yes believe you me, If you tell me I'm 'Just a sales assistant' You will strongly disagree, When I show you what I work towards, When I show you how I live, Will you show you're sympathy? I mean, somethings gotta give. Be nice to me, I'm nice to you. I smile and I'm polite. But let me tell you something, the customers' NEVER right. © 2012 LornaAuthor's Note
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Added on July 11, 2012Last Updated on July 11, 2012 Tags: work AuthorLornaLondon, East, United KingdomAboutI'm Lorna, I'm enthusiatic, and I have a huge passion for writing! Usually, motivation keeps me from finishing projects, I'm a student, soon to be studying scriptwriting and journalism, And that's all.. more..Writing
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