Me working at the foam cutting machine in the factory days of my youth (damn, I forgot to include my long locks of the time).
Fire me because I hate this job the work is menial the owners are snobs my self esteem they are trying to rob
resigning won’t cut it because Centrelink stinks they’ll stop any payments for weeks and weeks so I’m trapped in this lousy job I did not want anyway they forced me to take it though I wanted more pay
but who am I to say I’m worth more pay when the alternative is no welfare paydays while seeking the work I am qualified for as opposed to dismissal or a lost file in a drawer
so I press button one I press button two slicing foam for packaging it’s all I need do when due for a break a mountain of off cuts I climb in my dead time and I bounce on my bum to the tinnitus hum of factory machinery that means nothing to me
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Yes Li, a bit of an unfortunate rite of passage I guess. I hope at least things are improving on the sexual harassment front though. Surely we are more enlightened now?
Since I’m retired now I’m not around those who might try anything and woe betide anyone who might try these days. When we have the top honcho of the land a convicted rapist who still walks free…
Funny thing about it is my close friend who got me the job thought it was great because it was so easy! He is still my close friend all these decades later and one of the things we enjoy about each other are our differences. However, I never let him recommend me for a job again!
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Makes me think of some of the jobs I had back in the day. The pay was always sh*tty, and the sexual harassment added insult to injury.
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Yes Li, a bit of an unfortunate rite of passage I guess. I hope at least things are improving on the sexual harassment front though. Surely we are more enlightened now?
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Since I’m retired now I’m not around those who might try anything and woe betide anyone who might try these days. When we have the top honcho of the land a convicted rapist who still walks free…
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This poem is really sad. No decent employment opportunities is soul destroying
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Funny thing about it is my close friend who got me the job thought it was great because it was so easy! He is still my close friend all these decades later and one of the things we enjoy about each other are our differences. However, I never let him recommend me for a job again!
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I understand
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