Here is a poem, cutting right to the chase after an interminable shift in work.
Hello, my name is Chris and I am calling from
a number that will be ignored.
Hello, my name is Chris and I’m
wasting my breath apparently.
Hello, my name is Chris and I’m calling
because after 7 years of study
this is the only job I could get.
Hello my name is Chris
and in an employer’s market there
are no transferable, desirable skills,
irreplaceable people or loyalty
to anyone’s need to eat and pay rent.
There is simply a revolving door
and a detached middle-manager
on the end of a phone telling you
that you are no longer needed.
Hello my name is Chris and I’m calling from Quantum.
As I said, I am calling today because
I cannot get any other job.
I have 10 years of sector experience,
a degree, A Levels, all manner of training
but the job market has created a situation
where there are dozens of people for every job
and the majority of jobs are apprenticeships
or zero hours contracts with no guarantee
there will be a job at the end of a fixed-term
contract and no guarantee that you
will not be treated like a caged animal
by superiors and CEOs that know
how to interpret ‘human rights’
Does that sound like something you could help with?
Could you help me today pay my rent by listening to
some words that have been placed in front of me,
printed in dispassionate font that I am
reading in a dispassionate tone?
Does that sound like something you would be interested in.
I fully understand your need to call me a cunt, I
really do. I know that I should be ashamed of my job.
The thing is, this is my intro, my pitch.
It may not be the one for you but it really is the only one
that I have.