Jul 122004

Here I sit, broken-hearted
Sad to say, the week has started.

Customers backed up on the phone,
Just the three of us, alone.

Tickets and mail and calls, oh my,
I long for the day I say goodbye.

At the mercy of idiots every day,
why won’t these morons go away?

A fantasy kept on the shelf:
“Thanks for calling, go fuck yourself.”

Thank you, thank you, I’ll be here all week. Try the veal.

 Posted by at 8:45 am

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