Linda M. Crate, 5/4/2020

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).

 

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about to throw in the towel 

i can't do this work forever

that much i know

seven years have come and gone,

but my loyalty means nothing;

 

always passed up for promotions and pushed

in a corner despite the praise i am given

& people missing me being there on my days off

because the day after becomes a disaster

when i'm gone—

 

if i matter so much then why treat me 

with so little regard or respect?

 

i am so tired of working hard

only to be thrown scraps

i deserve more money for all the aggravation

thrown my way

 

customer service work isn't for the faint of heart,

all this entitlement from customers and higher ups alike

is an exhausting journey;

and i'm about to throw in the towel

because i cannot cope with all the headaches i'm given.




 

corporate america is a dirge 

i am tired,

and it's written on 

my face;

 

working with the public

is hard

especially when you are an introvert

who'd rather be writing

than making someone's dream sandwich—

 

i'd love nothing more

than if the company tanked,

if i am honest,

because at least then i could get some rest;

 

they don't care about our mental or physical health

always pushing for more and more

demanding we sacrifice our time as if we don't have

plans when someone decides they've got more

important things to do than this job—

 

but i am done so done with all of this

corporate america is a dirge i will gladly slay with these

fair hands because i have always been a warrior,

i will right the wrongs of this world with or without help.




 

one day i'll leave 

there's no joy 

in this 

job,

but as an old friend used to say

this is a job

not an occupation;

 

there's absolutely no one

dreaming of this

i assure you—

 

we're all in it for the money

because we've all got bills to pay,

and if you think anyone enjoys 

working customer service

you must be joking;

 

managers and customers alike are 

entitled and rude thinking they shouldn't

have to work and put in as many hours as the

people they take advantage of—

 

this may be someone's dream,

but it isn't mine;

this isn't where i'll always be

 

i promise you that.




 

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