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Waiting For Friday Like I’m Waiting For Christ

Thank God that’s its Friday

oh my how its been a long week,

it’s not like im doing manual labor

I sit on my ass all day, not so much on my feet,

but even sitting down can work your back

bad posture along with talking all day, my work mule is my speech,

what I lack in the sweating like my fellow beaner brothers

I take on mentally,

guiding members and clients like the police

do at broken traffic lights, who can’t get their head out of their ass, to pay attention to the street,

no anger no hostility that’s just what I do and how i speak

and I’m a firm believer, that at what I do, I do it awesomely,

im a customer service enforcer

I lick so much ass over the phones, you would swear you can see the shit stains on my teeth,

it’s not just the coffee

its my CAN DO attitude, weekend please go slow, so I can handle another week,

I complain because its funny

I’m doing way better than I deserve thank YHWH/Allah/Jehovah

because after the busyness comes peace

BackStabbingBetty

Whats the 411

whats the gossip?!

the word down the cubicle

is always THE hot topic,

there’s some things you don’t need or want to know

but you can’t help it, you can’t stop it,

the hens will be a’cluck’in

and the babbling brooks will be on top of it,

the only problem is

how far is too far and when will they quit,

the closest of friends play around

(only) accidentally revealing secrets,

much like a wild-fire

IT will spread once it catches wind,

 no body wants to admit fault

either from shame or embarrassment, blame the participants,

spoon-feeding the upper aboves on whats going on

since their all sucking on the tit,

throwing out your name

to get them selves out of their own shit,

from Betty to Bobby

their all wearing  the same shade of lip stick,

specifically made for sucking d***

that old vintage/classic shade of bitch,

maybe its cover girl

maybe its maybelline or plain ol’ snitch,

so much behind the back talking

oh how it has evolved form accidental to “for profit”,

and its all done

with the most convincingly

un-alarming

grin…