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poem on my view on working retail for 12 yrs |
| I clock in to oppression I crawl into my shell my staff is totally useless they don't know how to sell I train them in technique I coach them one and all But more success would come From talking to a wall The company is demanding They tell me what to do But how to run a business they do not have a clue With pressures overwhelming It makes me want to yell "Welcome to my world I call it RETAIL HELL" |