Collared shirt buttoned up tight,
Tidy apron tied on just right,
No piercings, or tattoo,
Vulgar language is taboo.
Mind your manners and shoes,
Give your time and daily dues,
Watch so you don't offend,
This viscous cycle that has no end.
I serve you, you serve me,
We are all one angry family,
I can't make the prices lower,
Or make the cashiers go slower.
Your not happy and neither am I,
I want to scream I want to cry,
Why do I work in this place?
I could punch you in the face!
I can't get angry at you at all,
I can't because I am so small,
One little ant doing it's job,
Serving the great American Mob!
Nothing is good enough,
And teachers think they have it rough?
I get spat at, yelled and hollered,
Wish their mouths could all be soldered!
Mental abuse is all this is,
Self confidence is taking a piss,
Self degrading, emaciating,
This pride of mine deteriorating.
The customer is always right,
Even when they are not very bright,
The worker is always wrong,
So hum a little song.
High hoe, high hoe, off to work we go,
Helping people for the dough,
Pennies to be a stepping stool,
So customers can look cool.
Helping idiots is what I do,
Even those who have no clue,
They think their money entitles to,
Me bowing down and licking their shoe.
Customer service is a horrid job,
Character building what the gob?
Hate it is what we will say,
Not even worth the pay,
Serving Americans, no freaking way!