Working Retail
Long days of heavy lifting with little compensation are thankfully behind me. Open up the world of working in retail, where customers don’t even notice when they run over your toes with their cart. Where your manager says the words “I don’t care” every day. Where your coworkers bully and complain, complain and bully until you start to do it too. Where people pick fights simply because you’re the only person they’ve talked to all week.
This poem is dedicated to all minimum wage workers: I feel your pain. To anyone who needs a refresher: read this before the next time you go to the grocery store.
This poem is also included in the collected works.
Long days of heavy lifting with little compensation are thankfully behind me. Open up the world of working in retail, where customers don’t even notice when they run over your toes with their cart. Where your manager says the words “I don’t care” every day. Where your coworkers bully and complain, complain and bully until you start to do it too. Where people pick fights simply because you’re the only person they’ve talked to all week.
This poem is dedicated to all minimum wage workers: I feel your pain. To anyone who needs a refresher: read this before the next time you go to the grocery store.
This poem is also included in the collected works.
Long days of heavy lifting with little compensation are thankfully behind me. Open up the world of working in retail, where customers don’t even notice when they run over your toes with their cart. Where your manager says the words “I don’t care” every day. Where your coworkers bully and complain, complain and bully until you start to do it too. Where people pick fights simply because you’re the only person they’ve talked to all week.
This poem is dedicated to all minimum wage workers: I feel your pain. To anyone who needs a refresher: read this before the next time you go to the grocery store.
This poem is also included in the collected works.
