So I work at call center that helps people connect to the internet for a motel franchise. Long story short I get a lot of very interesting people on the phone demanding to get connected to the internet. Today I took a call that started out like any other. I asked him for his information, talked him through the log in procedure, and once I got him connected the customer went on his happily way. Or so I fucking thought! I'm not allowed to hang up on the calls, the people on the other end of the line are the ones that need to end the call. So as I was typing in my notes, summarizing what I did on the call to get him connected when I first heard it. Now, I'm wearing a headset, and let me just tell you that any sound that happens on the other end of the line, I can fucking hear it. The man I had just helped connect had wanted to get internet access to visit a pornographic website. Much to my horror I ended up hearing him moaning and pleasuring himself to a violent sounding video. Once I heard the "Oh fuck yeah" I no longer cared if I got in trouble for hitting the end call button. I pressed that motherfucker so fucking fast, that the Flash himself would be proud. I then put myself on downtime and cried for like five minutes because I had just heard a guy wanking off over the phone. My boyfriend who also works at the call center with me, peers over his cubicle, wondering what the hell is wrong with me, and all I can do is ugly cry, and sputter out that my ears had just been raped. And that kids is why you get a good education so that you don't ever have to go through shit like that because you have to work a shitty job and deal with people like my XXX caller.
That is all, I have had a long, shitty day.
Marisol
That is all, I have had a long, shitty day.
Marisol