Linda M. Crate, 3/16/2020

Current Occupation: Food Service Shift Manager at a Convenience Store/Gas Station
Former Occupation:
* Kitchen Staff at a Nursing Home
* Lemonade Girl at a Medieval Faire
* Cashier at a Retail Store
* Cashier at a Fast Food Place
* Temporary Library Staff at a Public Library
* Housekeeper at a Hotel
Contact Information: Linda M. Crate's works have been published in numerous magazines and anthologies both online and in print. She is the author of six poetry chapbooks, the latest of which is: More Than Bone Music (Clare Songbirds Publishing House, March 2019). She's also the author of the novel Phoenix Tears (Czykmate Books, June 2018). Recently she has published two full-length poetry collections Vampire Daughter (Dark Gatekeeper Gaming, February 2020) and The Sweetest Blood (Cyberwit, February 2020).

mostly i am angry

a billionaire ceo

says that you shouldn't

take restroom or lunch breaks,

and be the first there and the last to leave;

but tell me why should i break my back

for a company who doesn't

appreciate me?

they take me for granted,

expect me to work like a horse,

and do nothing in the way of helping me;

they always expect my best

even when i am feeling my worst—

& last year gave me a promotion without a raise,

i don't understand the thought process

behind poor people don't work hard enough

every single day i give it my all;

but it never seems enough—

i am exhausted, i am tired, but mostly i am angry

that people expect me to waste my life doing this

instead of following my dreams because 

a life without hope isn't one worth living.


we're all so tired 

pulled myself up by my bootstraps

so many times they're worn and weathered

because i've broken so many other


and these are likely to go, too;

why do i work so hard to get so little?

this is the question i keep asking myself

because i feel so exhausted,

my soul wearies

of going to a place that just empties

me of joy;

this may be someone's idea of a dream

but it's not mine—

i don't dream of making subs, pizzas, 

sliders, soups, pretzels, melts, or any of the rest;

i dream of a day where i don't have to do this work

and can do my heart's work instead because this job

hasn't got any heart or soul only greedy hands

always wanting more work done but giving us fewer

people and fewer hours,

and we're all so tired.




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