A Story To Tell | Book 2

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:::TERENY:::

Now, I knew that my mind wasn't playing tricks on me. I could've sworn I'd taken a thirty minute break instead of a full hour and thirty minutes to be sure that I file the names alphabetically, perfectly, so that I don't get anything mixed up. But there were files everywhere and more calls were coming in, putting me behind schedule.

    I'm so ready to go home, it's not even funny. I'm so exhausted and ready to just pass out at the keyboard.

    What did I take a thirty minute break for if the names were still scattered freely all over the place? I swear, this job was starting to become more and more stressful.

    It wasn't always like this. But now, it's like this call center was starting to get the best of me. It felt like hell, everyday I'd walk through those secured double doors. Stepping foot into the lobby, it was like I was signing my rights for the day away to surrender to the devil. This job was just crazy.

    I had the most fun days of my life when I was representing AT&T. But now, they felt I was a little too qualified to work as a QA there because I knew too much about my job and I was always brutally honest with the customers. So they thought it would be a good idea to push me along to another department where it was much more challenging for double the pay. Although the pay was good, the job would make you want to hang yourself. I really want to quit! But, it's not all about me, now. I have Britney to take care of and I have to help Bruce with the bills since I was living with him.

    The names weren't alphabetically tamed, and different clients were calling in to be transferred to their departments and I was nowhere near suited to transfer people anywhere.

    I'd decided that I'd had enough for the day and would just have to take a write-up because I was just all over the place. I couldn't function. I'm not sure what was going on with me, but I just didn't quite feel like myself.

    I'm tired, my body feels like it's minutes away from crashing, and I just want to cry. I don't even know what for, but all I know is, I really want to. I just can't take this anymore.

    At times, I contemplate driving my car into a tree to get out of going to work. And the thing about all of this is, I've been job searching, but there's no such luck. I was just going to be stuck at that call center forever, working for ACAB Corps and there was nothing I can do about it. And either they were going to fire me or I was going to end up committing suicide because it's stressful. I could quit, but then again, I can't leave Bruce to take care of the bills and take care of me and Britney financially. My heart just won't let me do it. Plus, it already bothers me because Britney's not his real daughter and he's basically putting his life on hold to take care of her, which is unfair to him. But I really appreciate what he's doing. He's a great husband.

    I logged myself out of my phone and stood up, grabbing my purse, leaving my desk behind. Without a word, I walked past my TM and chucked up the deuces. I'm out!

    When I'd finally made it outside, I grabbed my phone from out of my purse and lit it up to see if I had any text messages or phone calls. Bruce had left me an 'I love you' text earlier today and then sent another one five hours later telling me we needed to talk.

    Unlocking the screen, I speed dial Bruce and listen to the phone ring as I walked over to my car, removing the keys. And to my surprise, he answered on one ring.

    "Baby! Hey, baby." He said as if he were panicking and out of breath.

    "H-hey..." I say, a little confused, but I wasn't questioning it. "How's your off day been?" I asked him as I got into my car and shut the door.