This morning it starts again - the daily intrusion of calls
breaking into my time, disturbing my mindfulness, always asking for that one
name and never pronouncing it correctly. This number has been reassigned. She
is no longer here.
I know you’re just doing your job and since politeness runs
through my veins I’ll put up with your small talk, even though I find it
unlikely that your name is Kevin.
Me? Oh, I am very well, thank you. Yes, the weather is nice
today. Actually, I’ve never had an accident. No, I don’t have a mortgage. Good
lord! You’re ringing from Microsoft Support? I’ve never been able to get hold
of you in the past.
Well no, I don’t need anything. You see, I’m pretty much
content, or I would be if the phone didn’t ring so often when I’m trying to
write.
