What is it like for an English person at work? Well it can be a nightmare. Especially the actual travelling to and from work. With either driving or public transport there are often delays and traffic jams. Then there is the cost of buying ones lunch, which is no cheap matter, if you forget your packed lunch from home. Added to that is the old adage, for those poor mortals whose job is behind the counter, ‘The customer is always right!’ This is one of the most abused rights in Britain! Poor harassed and insulted customer services who are not allowed (quite rightly) to abuse or be rude, but sadly the odd customer does and some do abuse the poor person trying to help them and get away with it! I have seen those serving the ‘great’ British public go off in tears at the abuse they have received from an unsatisfied customer. In all going to work for many British people is summed up below!

The English life, ticks like Big Ben
Go out to work then home again!
Our day it starts a half past six,
We dress and eat our weetabix,
Then have to fly out of the door,
To catch the 7.44,

But then to add to life great test,
There’s been a delay on our express,
It’s arriving now at 8.05,
Our boss will eat us up alive,

So stressed and harassed; at work we arrive,
And must be polite till half past five!
The customers’ always must be right,
Though we’d dearly like to fight,
Especially with Mr. Perigrim Black who always thinks to answer back; in such condescending tones;
He makes our temper boil, but we must not moan!
Only smile, with gritted teeth and say “Oh yes sir, DO come back soon. Have a good day!”

So rushed were we dashing for the train we have to buy our lunch again.
The prices they are far too high,
A Latte: £ 4.40?
We sigh,
And when at the price of a salad sandwich we peak, we have to stifle a little shriek!
At the huge amount we have to pay when we buy a take-away.

So low in pocket and down of mouth its back to work we go,
Only to realise we left our coat on the park bench; where all the workers go,
With a sigh of predestination and a beating heart that rockets, we
Realise to our distress our phone and keys were in its pockets!

AHHH! We scream what can I do! We blush and give a splutter,
And then go cringing to our boss, to plead and beg and mutter.

Though supposed to leave at 5.30 in time to catch the train, we now have to work late, the time we lost, to gain!
On reaching the station finally at 6.45 we find the trains delayed again, not shortly to arrive!
Tired, dishevelled and stressed right out; with no more time now to play, we arrive back to our home; only to hear our neighbour say,
I’ve been relaxing, reading in the garden, dear; did you have a good day?!