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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