Straight Line
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So lemme lay it down for you here. 22... Yeah, not one of the Beautiful Young People, but not old, gods, not old don't let me be old I don't want to be old... and a techie. I do over-the-phone tech support, I'm one of those people we all complain about having to deal with, but let me tell you, the rest of the world is no picnic either.
Artichokes masquerading as humans. Sheeple.
No, this isn't aimed at YOU personally... there's no reason to blame anyone who hasn't called my line. Besides, at least most of you know you need a computer to use your modem - I've had two calls from people who didn't, and I've not even been working here for six months. I've got a HELLLA lot of sympathy for him... working the phones can be a life not worth living.
Incidentally... that look he describes, that sad-sweet-hurt look... it really is as beautiful as he thinks. And it does feel that good, if you could just kiss it away, let them know that it's ok, that it will all be ok now and forever, that it's ok to hurt and that it will get better...
*sigh* I miss my kitten.
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