Job
So long ago when just a teenager
Wanting all the things that spoke to a girl
I decided there was only one way
It seemed I should give employment a whirl
Small town, not many jobs to apply for
Finally got hired at the coffee shop
Found out I was the worst waitress ever
My humiliation just would not stop
I spilled almost everything I touched
Orders were often totally mixed up
The just would not let me make the coffee
Usually nothing in my tip cup
It was a learning experience though
And helped me learn about myself I know…
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2014
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