Clocking out of Chaos
I needed a job to pay the bills
not knowing what I was getting into.
A telemarketing company if you can believe
selling pieces of Titanic’s carpet with a view.
They said it was a great opportunity
but they lied about everything.
Forced to stand all day while answering phones
not caring about the pain or the bullying
The customers were rude and angry
hanging up or swearing at their worst.
They said they would never want to buy
a piece of history that was probably cursed.
My coworker next to me was creepy
he always gave me a strange little smirk.
He talked to me inappropriately
I just wanted to get away from the jerk.
My boss was by far the worst
he called me to his office each day.
Saying he wanted us to have some fun
fondling me and not letting me get away.
I was so scared and disgusted
I didn't know what I should do.
I quit that job after five agonizing days
seeking a new job with an appropriate crew.
That was the worst job I ever had
I wish I could see them once more.
I would make them pay for all the abuse
And finally prove that I’m no one’s w**re.
*I wrote this poem on January 23, 2024, as part of a ’30 days of poetry’ January challenge. This was day 23 and the prompt was: You Can’t Fire Me, I Quit: Use one of the worst job-related memories you can think of as a creative writing prompt. I worked for five horrifying days as a telemarketer. It was/is a very traumatic experience in my life. I chose to write it in a slightly humorous way. One day I will write a full blog about my job from hell. I wrote two poems about my job. The other one is called “Five Days of Telephonic Hell.”
Copyright © Courtney Hubbert | Year Posted 2024
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