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What If?

by @nickarmbrister

What If? Brian never thought he would work in a call centre When he lived in Germany he was unemployed And while looking for a job he was forced to go Work in a call centre and refused creating a fuss I’m not selling insurance or loft insulation! Put me on fork lift truck training it’s my job Not some shit call centre 2 towns away The stupid bitch running the training place Offered to buy Brian a bicycle and he laughed! You silly fucking cow retrain me on fork lifts I need to renew my outdated licence Not work taking calls like a fool robot Half a decade passed and Brian Ate his words working in a call centre!
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Written by
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122 / Two-Spirit / earth
Published
Aug 20, 2024
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1m
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#career#change#pressure#set#plans
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