Can we hear it for the Weekday Warrior?
The man with the set uniform,
And the thirty minute lunch,
And that grin on his face that is just real enough to reel you in.
That graffiti artist writing labels on boxes,
Tattooed with skus
And if it isn't enough,
He has a bruise from every time a box landed on him.
You know him, the Weekday Warrior.
That opera star whistling away a tune.
While working to a set tempo.
Dancing around the corners
While her whistling crescendos,
From isle to isle
Driving the customers wild...
With a sense of appreciation.
Let's hear it for the Weekday Warrior's Alchemic Remedy.
2 cups of coffee,
Twizzlers,
Small bag of Chex Mix,
An energy drink,
A $2.50 Coke because the vending machine doesn't take dollars,
Some gum,
Half a taco from another worker,
A sprite,
And to top it off,
A Root beer float from the sonic next door.
Just to come home and be under appreciated
Because you work at a department store.
Let's hear it for the Weekday Warrior,
Just so he can feel a little appreciated.
