From my days in direct care:
More latex gloves, please
Professional ass-wiper
That’s what they call me
No, sir, you may not
Be excused to the boys’ room
To enjoy a joint.
4-by-5, 1-ply
Is not enough for MY ass.
Dumb bid list TP.
I mean, seriously… I thought graduating from kindergarten meant I’d never see that cursed government TP again…
My cellular phone
I hold it close to my head.
No brain cancer here!
(uh…that’s the Urban Legend Occupational Hazard Haiku…)
Butt in chair all day
Sciatica is rampant
Secretary spread
Vending machine near
Empty calories beckon
Curse you Mountain Dew!
Ah, life in retail…
I don’t really care
if you will use your Sears Card.
Please, no more coupons!
The Mens’ fitting room
is littered with ties and socks.
Those messy bastards.
An eight-hour shift.
Never had a chance to sit.
Damn fallen arches.
Listen, you old bat,
“customer satisfaction”
doesn’t mean “steal stuff.”
Air conditioning
may be broken in July,
but it’s a dry heat.
Why do I bother?
Respirators off for break
To smoke cigarettes.
Nah, don’t stop the line.
Who will notice fingers in
Store-brand canned cat food?
Attention workers:
No demolition derby
With warehouse forklifts!
(Ok, so I made up the cat food one. But it’s probably not too far off.)
No ma’am, we did not
preprogram machine with porn
your husband’s a perv
Yes its possible
to have Norton, and virus.
Job security!
Your computer’s slow?
It wasn’t when you bought it.
So here…Call your mom!
Each day, I’m amazed
you can’t find “My Computer”,
Yet, YOU HAVE A JOB???!!
The design is great
Change design per client notes
The design now sucks
my first haiku, …ever.
shame: is it worthy to post?
geek factor rising.