I found this poem a while ago and it cracked me up. Anyone who has worked any kind of customer service knows exactly what I'm talking about here. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE my job, I really do. But like eveythin in life, every once in a while it feels like you catch all the crap.
MY JOB: It's not my place to run the train,the whistle I can't blow.
It's not my place to say how far the train's allowed to go.
It's not my place to shoot off steam, nor even clang the bell.
But let the damn thing jump the track...and see who catches hell.
Am I right, or am I right? :)
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