Call Centre – Written Monday 15th October 2001 (Aged 26)

Call Centre

they have pulled my hair out,
my blood pressure rises
i am running out of numbers
and voice recorded summaries
i answered yes,
i pushed number one
but i still cannot talk to anyone
i do this sort of work
i know what it is like
but i feel i am in the eleventh round
this is one hell of a fight
just as i feel i am close
just when i think i will hear a real voice
my dreams go up in smoke
and i have another numeric choice
and by the times i get through
i am ready to give up and die
i have really aged and i think it is my time
luckily when it comes to death
the operator tells me it is number nine

James Garratt – Monday 15th October 2001

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