Its tough on you.
Handling all the paper
Talking to the caller
Appeasing the cussing customer.
A bag filled with mails,
Yet none of them are for you,
To give u respite
To give you comfort
To tell you “you did a great job”
To tell you “you are too precious for this”
To tell you “you are a treasure.”
To tell you “you are too much of a sweetheart for this.”
A phone full of calls,
None of them to tell you,
“Thank you for your help.”
“Good job.”
“Happy weekends.”
A box filled with food,
Yet you gave them out to your office colleagues when the canteen runs out of food.
And none for yourself…
Who has thanked you, kind soul?
Not that sweaty, stinky supplier who ate all your oreos,
Not Jerry from systems admin, who ate your cup noodles
And definitely not Jess from accounting, who drank your sweet tea.
I wanna say we are kindred spirits.
But who am I kidding, we do different jobs, and have different hours.
Oh, if only I could be with you for longer.
But who am I kidding, you are all alone in your duty…
But, I know, oh I have to know,
Customers, users, suppliers, no matter the label, wear bullshittery and embody assholery.
I know the likes of these assholes at what I do too.
We are kindred after all,
Despite how different our job labels are
Despite our differences in duties,
We know how rotten entitlement sounds like.
We know how awful it is, to show grace and help to the undeserving.
Sometimes, I see your face puffy,
And your eyes all red,
But you still smile through it all
If only I could hug you so tight.
To give u respite
To give you comfort
To tell you “you did a great job”
To tell you “you are too precious for this”
To tell you “you are a treasure.”
To tell you “you are too much of a sweetheart for this.”
Any broken piece you have, come back together.
And I shall protect your heart, so none will scar you, nor your sweet spirit anymore.
You are too kind of a soul for this.
The likes of the buffoons who give you flak do not deserve our gentle help.
Sweet spirit at the front desk,
You have it rough.
And I see you.