I walk in the call center
wearing my headphone gear
With sweaty palms and nervous voice,
I ask myself what am I doing here?
I trip over a chair in a cramped work space
Soon a customer will be yelling in my ear
A call center is a revolving door
As easy as it was to get hired,
it's just as easy to get fired
A lady whispered in my ear,
you need to quit this job, my dear
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 2:33 AM UTC
I walk in the call center
wearing my headphone gear
With sweaty palms and nervous voice,
I ask myself what am I doing here?
I trip over a chair in a cramped work space
Soon a customer will be yelling in my ear
A call center is a revolving door
As easy as it was to get hired,
it's just as easy to get fired
A lady whispered in my ear,
you need to quit this job, my dear
I briefly worked in a call center. Not for me.
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