vicious work routine....

Written: Thursday January 3rd, 2008

Today she sits alone at her desk, answering the phones like she always does. She types what she feels, and then hits the “delete” button. Masking her feelings is daily routine, but she feels it tearing her up inside. The monster has subsided, and finally she is winning his battle. Now it is he who is cowering in a corner, and her soul has control over him. Her happiness today, however, is drowned out by soreness and fatigue.
Desperately hoping for sleep, she takes another call. Angry customers swarm her thoughts, and every waking moment she hopes it won’t be another to scream at her. Extension, Move In, Extension, Extension, Move Out, Transfer, Extension, Extension, Extension, NO Extension, Sup Call, Move In, Extension. The vicious cycle goes forever, and sometimes intrudes her dreams. She can only think about sleep.

I am desperately tired. i am ready to leave this place i call work. With what i make i can't afford to just be done. On the other hand, this job drains me something ridiculous.
wouldn't it be nice if we could go back to the days where mothers were suppose to stay home and raise their children? Not like that would matter now that i am single. I don't really know what i need to write, but something is consuming my thoughts and draining what energy i have left. Something is bothering me, yet i can't get a grasp on what that is.

She closes her eyes, and sees herself on an island in the sun. Completely care free and getting the best tan of her life. Afer a long sigh, she opens her eyes, and says "this is alex, how may i help you?"