Computer Rant
What did people do in customer service jobs before computers.
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What did people do in customer service jobs before computers.
Work is crap it's really hard,. To get out my bed and leave my yard,. It's the same old thing every single day,. I just bloody wish it would go away,. The Boss is thankless I've always found,.
Every day starts the same old way. Birds singing in the month of may. The suns shining over buildings. Waking the millions. Brewed coffee sits in the pot.
#arseholes. Warning: there are arseholes and wankers in this piece.
Oh wondrous Monday morning. How I wonder what you'll hold. I wonder what I'll find. And how much more there's to be told. The first thing that I see. Is an oil spill on the floor.
The powers that be. Can go away. Been taken for. A fool today. The only reason. That I'll stay. Is that your money. Paves my way. Expect too much. For what you pay. That's just how. You like to play.
What has always amazed me, is the blatant disregard every company I have worked for, in the UK has treated its staff.
#adventchallenge I feel like Scrooge today, And a "bah humbug" to those who come my way.
#Rant Contains swearing. I need to leave. I need to leave before I scream and burn this place down. I've never known stress like this, I've never hated a job like this.
Looks like it'll be one of those days When I actually have to earn my pay Always the way, nightshift in the room You no pay attention, machine go BOOM No point grassing or giving up names But you get...
I'm not alone. To want to moan. I'm overworked. Treated like a joke. Taken for granted. Not appreciated. Work all hours. For those in power. Without a thank you. No gratitude. It's just expected.
A visit from new customers. Really is a pain. Strolling around like deities. Never to be seen again. Trussed up in Lecter boiler suit. Gets me hot real fast. With PPE all over me.
They get paid more Christ knows what for Responsibilities shirked While we're overworked They're free to roam 'Til it's time to go home In the same place we stay Every. Bloody. Day.
Pour a coffee, Light a cigarette, Add more coffee, Its not home time yet. The turmoil’s and decisions, Of a normal working day, Shall it be tuna or chicken for lunch.
Nothing is running Production's not stunning Repairs taking ages So I've cleaned all my gauges A bit of a mess I expected no less I wasn't away long But everything's gone wrong.
Working so hard with no time to play Every time I leave home I just want to stay Such long days very early till late And lack of boss understanding is starting to grate I ask for less but get given...
It's one of those days Monday and its ways Bob's on fine form But that's just the norm Nothing I try To make the day go by Is working, my friends Can't wait 'til it ends Everything's bust And covered...
Some days r worse than others...some days r just destined 2 b that way...u can tell how it's gna b from the moment u wake up...whether on the wrong side of the bed...or in the wrong bed period.
~Random little story~ ~Completely made up; this isn't true~ ~Characters are also made up; this isn't from experience; just imagination~ ~Sorry about the rubbish title; might change it if I come up...
#household - clock I have a clock that alarms me when it's time to start my day. Tho I don't find much alarming when I open my sleep filled eyes. I look out my window to see the sky an ominous grey.
Off again to work I go. I will not rush, I’ll go real slow. It’s not as if I love that place. Full of people who are two-faced. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that bad.
I started my work, at 6 in the morning. Which I can tell you is really quite boring. And hard work as well, with all it entails, with scanning and packing and refilling shelves.
Another thirteen hour day This working life's a bore I know I need the money But sometimes I need more Another day with sinus blocked Just cannot get clear The sneezing, then, is in the post All day...
Have you ever had one of those days. When nothing is going your way A bad time at work Driving you berserk Leaves you wondering if crime would pay Do you find yourself thinking, 'that's it.