One rule for them ..

I was summoned to the manager's office.
'Good morning, Denise', she said.
'Now, tell me all about it', meaning what, went through my head.

Apparently, l was seen giving a sweet
to a colleague, feeling faint and wobbly, standing on their feet.

With all the hardships, trauma and troubles in the world,
l had to stifle a laugh, listening to this petty bird, singing,
sitting there, aw puffed up, peacock-like, in a hitched-up skirt!

The thing about these incidents, she's correct, although a bore.
We cannot have a phone or lipstick, chew gum on the shop floor.
It makes no difference how wonderfully you sell.
The 'management' can chose to make your working life, pure hell.

Keep schtum, now hurt, bewildered, don't blurt out.
All about the rumours l've heard, flying about.
How this woman can look me in the eye, and chastise me about a piece of chocolate to help a fainting guy.

SHE was the one, caught sniffin' coke.
With her stupid boyfriend at an event in the store at work!

Stepping back to the shop floor, having just apologised for breaking one of the rules.
Deflated and demoralized is how we all are now. because an act of kindness got to the ears of that smirking cow.

My time to get out, now ..