Send Her To Heaven

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Despite having a college and university degree he was stuck in the definition of a dead-end job. Literally, anyone could do this job. In fact, they were working on a way to do just that. His work consisted of making several hundred phone calls to people who didn't want to be bothered. After trying to solicit money from them, maybe one percent of callers would feel bad and spare 20 minutes. The majority just told him to fuck off and wished him a miserable death. During this time most of his attention was focused on his youtube page. Don't get him wrong, he wasn't a YouTuber or anything. He had recorded a few videos but in the end, decided against posting them. There was no point. His content would be misunderstood by the majority of the youtube community who just wanted to watch mindless sluts eat and put on makeup.

"Hello, my name is Jonah Alexander calling from Elemental Data Collection. If-

"How the fuck did you get my phone number?"

"If you have 5 minutes"

"I asked you how you got my phone number motherfucker this is a private number!"

"Sir, there is no such thing as a private number. With the time this is taking we could be done-"

"HEY!-"

Hanging up he proceeded to the next call.

Scrolling through his youtube feed he settled on Patriot's Day, the movie about the Boston bombers. The story of Dzhokhar Tsarnaev was particularly interesting to Jonah. Not so much what he did but how far life had led him astray. In the aftermath of the Boston bombings, he received a more than flattering cover in Rolling Stone magazine. How one man lets another man control his actions was unforgivable. Assuming he was poorly influenced by his domineering brother, how does a man with so much so-called promise and intelligence just throw it away like that. Apparently this asshole. Patriots Day was no godfather but it was an entertaining piece on how idiots like Tsarnaev get more sympathy then they deserved. 

"Hey!"

Unplugging his headsets he looked up.

"Jolene!"

"Mind if I sit here"

"They are assigned, so I don't have a choice but to say yes"

Sitting down next to him, Jolene was wearing a long floral patterned dress. For accessories, she was wearing a gold necklace with a few bracelets. Once again the dress looked thrifty like she was pleasantly surprised she had found a complicated looking piece for so cheap.

"How's your first week going so far?"

"It's alright"

"Yea I wish I could say it gets better but..."

Sharing a laugh she adjusted her headsets

Watching her fumble, Jonah was hypnotized. She was gracefully graceless.

"Is it weird that I'm nervous?"

"Kind of," they laughed

"Hi my name is Jolene Grace and I'm calling-"

"FUCKING DIE!"

Taking her headphones off, she pushed her seat back. On the cusp of a panic attack, she started to get up from her seat. Taking this as an opportunity to make his move, he placed a hand on her shoulder to encourage her to sit back down.

"You didn't do anything wrong! 90% of your calls will be like this"

Completely zoned out he watched as she took several deep breaths in and out. 

"I wasn't expecting that!"

"No one ever does. It shocked me at first but after a while, you get used to it"

"How does someone get used to being treated like that?"

Perturbed by her response he wanted to say, "Well I'm assuming you!" but he refrained.

"Just don't take it personally and you'll do great,"

Gulping down half her water bottle she put her headsets back on and tried again. 

With far less gratitude then before, he returned his attention back to the movie. Disappointing,

 Here he thought she was of a different breed a different demographic of women who didn't spend their time watching clickbait self-love videos on youtube.