Last day at a shitty call center job:
12 minute phone call detailing the stupidity of other callers, assuaging her fears that she is stupid for calling in the first place. Which, in fact, she was.
I my mind, the breeze is already playing throught the palm trees of Belize over my head. The slow wash of waves on the shoreline lull me into peace.
It's funny, my last day on the job makes me even freindlier on the phone than ever I was before. I'm chatting up every call, joking, taking risks with political commentary... what has come over me?
Shouldn't I be spiteful and nasty? Shouldn't I be tricking people into thinking they're going to get what they want, only to snatch it away from them at the last mintue? I guess it's just not in me, no matter how much this place generally sucks.
Much freindlier with the perms. I wonder: why is it so hard to be freindly for the two months I would be here, and so easy now on the day that I am leaving?