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After that day, I resolved to find a new line of employment, but nothing had come of it, even months later. By this point, I was a full-fledged member of the call center generation: I had a college degree that was going to waste, more than a full year after I had graduated, and was working a shitty job that didn’t even require a high school degree. I was one of those people who goes around telling everyone, especially themselves, that a change is coming soon, and that it will be good. But it’s all just talk. Day after day of a soul-sucking job, they’re no longer interested in trying to make a better life for themselves. So as long as the banks, the credit card companies, the phone services keep signing the checks and providing the insurance, they will stay where they are. They will not be happy, but they will stay. Their resistance is too worn down for them to care much after a while.
I would have stayed this way myself had my poor work record not caught up with me. It turned out the company had installed a new monitoring system and not told anyone, and this is how they discovered I (and about half the other employees) was hanging up on the fraud calls. I barely even realized I was doing it anymore – it was almost a reflex at this point. But the system found me out, and I was fired. It was April 20, Hitler’s birthday, and I had been there just over a year and four months. Had they not fired me, I’d probably still be there.
When it was done, I gathered my belongings, said goodbye to my friend Isaac, and left. The air was cool outside, and it began to rain as I walked back to my car and wondered what I should pick up for dinner.
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Well, that's it. I'll find something new for tomorrow.
- TJG
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