Bittersweet

• Hi, my name is jessica

I'm sitting in a desk, inside a building full of dark people. And I'm one of them.
We are the people you hate, the people that wake you up early in the mornings. We are the people that get called by a thousand different names, other than our owns.
I've been here for 7 months and my brain is engaged to the few words I have to say:
Hi, my name is jessica how are you? But we don't really care about how you are, we are only calling to let you know about our new campaign of promotions, in which we are trying to get money out of you, so our boss can drink good wine by the end of the day. Also, everything I will say is a lie, but you will only know that after subscribing to our services.
Hi, my name is jessica, who am I talking to? But you see I'm not really jessica, I keep saying I don't know who I am but yet I sound so sure in this phone call.
Maybe call me by my second name.
Hi my name is isabel, now you're talking to the first hurricane to destroy thousands of houses in africa.
We are calling to let you know about our new campaign: I devastate your life and you still call my name so I can feel power coming from someone else's tongue.
Call me isabel with that twisted mouth and I will be here listening, from the other side.
Hi I'm,
The deadly hurricane.
And now it's too late
You already picked up the phone.

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Little thing I wrote from when I worked at a callcenter. Not sure if it makes sense.
Anyway, thank you for reading
Lots of love
Xxxxx
Stone