info: at my job any time someone makes you mad you are supposed to say i love my job. this way you'll feel better for saying it out loud pos. thinking or whatever. well here's my poem to that... by the way i work in fast food.
I love my job,
especially when people cry and sob,
about the prices of our meals,
goodness knows it makes me want to kill,
or grab a lot of people and start a mob,
but then i think i love my job.
info: just a lil poem to let off some steam; hope it isn't too silly
Reinadiablo, thanks for sharing your lil poem with us. I imagine must be really frustrated to work in a fast food place, specially dealing with the silly questions people ask and the attitude problem. Maybe poetry can help you to take away some of the stress you have I wish you all the best.