Forgettable

I work in Walgreens, 

It's just as bad as it sounds, 

Not as bad as it seems, 

Everyday I have to do rounds, 

And I only end up straightening out creams. 

Something that baffles me, 

I'm sure it'll seem strange to you, 

I got into work, you see

And no one recognizes me because I've changed my hairdo. 

I'm the youngest worker, 

And the shortest one there, 

I'm always in my corner, 

Yet my boss is looking for me elsewhere.

Do you only remember my hair?

After I've done all this work?

Not that I really care, 

But it sort of hurts.

If they don't remember my face, 

Then could I, should the opportunity occur,

Put my hair in plaits, 

Walk in and say, "Hey, I'm your new coworker"?