Table six wants it rare
Shuck a dozen and drop a fry
You got dumpster
Put the new guy
On dish
How did a pickle slice get up there?

Auto-dialed computer-generated
Demographically sorted
Vocationally segregated
Reverse
Alphabetized
What if I throw in free grub control?

Ten-key data
Bar-code Laser scanner
RFID
In the underwear
Manager void on six
Are you going to pay for that lunch meat?

Tall grandé super mega
Monster Hulkathonic Iron Man
Capp-
U-
Chino
Do you have a rewards card?

Unplug modem router desktop
Reboot
Release
Renew
Push the extended service damn it
Where do you think you're going?


I quit.

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The challenge here is to write a poem describing your reactions to your first job, assuming you’ve ever had one. The first job to me is like ripping off a bandaid- it’s never pretty, but you have to do it, and the later you do it, the more agonizing it becomes. Awkward, exhilarating, nerve-wracking, all of the above- whatever it is, it’s an experience. Now roll up your sleeves already, I want it on my desk ASAP! (I puff on a cigar, of course, as I say this.)

updated Jul 7 '10 by PEACHCRATE