This insidious loneliness
This constant being alone
I am exhausted by how lonely I am
Just waiting for some one to talk to me
Please
And the only socialisation I get is customers
Forking customers
They’ve gotten better and worse over the years
There are fewer escalations
But escalations are more intense
People are meaner
That’s what this society breeds
Anger and frustrations
Resentment
And that (me) minimum wage employee has to deal with you
Goodie
I wish we could screen customers
Just ban people who harass us
Put them on a tiny island somewhere
Something better than what it is right now
Or, they could pay me enough to deal with this constant shirt.
But that’s never going to happen.
And here I am, starving for interaction
I just wish the universe would send me a friend
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