I Love My Job!

My girlfriend sent me a poem in an email a couple of days ago. We work in the same call center and we use email as a means of communication for instant messaging is not allowed on her account. I remember one fellow-blogger commented on one of my posts here that working in a call center sucks and the hours are ungodly, I totally agree. Not to mention, the stress and pressure that you can incur in this working environment. I heard that people should only be working in this setting for just two years because of the job hazard. I don’t know if it’s true but I know people working as call center agents for more than 5 years. I reckon, it depends on the person’s vulnerability.

I can’t help but to smile when I read the poem below:

The lost Dr. Seuss Poem

I Love My Job!

I love my job, I love the pay!
I love it more and more each day.
I love my boss, he is the best!
I love his boss and all the rest.
I love my office and its location,
I have to have to go on vacation.
I love my furniture, drab and grey,
And piles of paper that grow each day!
I think my job is really swell,
There’s nothing else I love so well.
I love to work among my peers,
I love their leers and jeers and sneers.
I love my computer and its software,
I hug it often though it won’t care.
I love each program and every file,
I’d love them more if they worked a while.
I’m happy to be here. I am. I am.
I’m the happiest slave of the Firm, I am.
I love this work, I love these chores.
I love the meetings with deadly bores.
I love my job – I’ll say it again.
I even love those friendly men.
Those friendly men who’ve come today,
In clean white coats to take me away!!!!