A Poem to This

I work in a magical land of enchantment. I spend my whole week in a place where I have to stand up and not do much. "Son of a Sailor" loops a ridiculous number of times. My feet always hurt and people inside and outside the company find ways to yell at me all day long. My work experience does not help me further myself to another job. Retail. Hmmm. This is teh sux.