What on earth am I?
Do I have any labels? Any at all?
Will anyone give me a label, please? Anything.
Then I can stop being anonymous.
I was never anonymous before.
This has to be my lowest ebb.
Must be, I mean, how can it possibly get any worse?
What is worse than being anonymous, unknown,
uncared for and unappreciated?
Who knows I live and work?
The customers, that’s who.
I’ll focus on them: the customers.
My salvation. Here they come… smile and be kind.
Any cruelty to the customers, blame the management. Not me.
Not my fault. I’m just anon.