Infuriatingly frustrating trying to find just the right person to speak to on the phone
Tediously calling people asking for the manager, its like getting blood out of a stone
Stupifying boredom sets in listening to machines and people saying he's not in
Anger begins to boil when you realise you are never going to win
Slogging your guts out trying to achieve unattainable targets can really get you down
Trawling through wrong numbers and slam downs with no reward can make a grown man frown
Annoying people who haven't got a clue ramble on about nothing at all
Call back later I'm far too busy, this excuse just drives me up the wall
Keeping sane in this job seems virtually impossible at times of stress
Obnoxious snotty gatekeepers block your way to goal, what a stinking mess
Forced plastic smiles and happy voices are expected at all times
Sitting waiting patiently watching the clock expecting the 5 o'clock chimes
Hourly targets are imposed, fail to hit them and the whip is cracked
Impatience is growing now, watch out or someone will get smacked
These random rants and ramblings help get me through the day
Even the most unflappable calm person can freak out along the way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem