Slower Than Molasses in January

My mom used to use that to describe me. That has also been the course of today. 5 to 10 minutes of dead air then someone lets me do my one line of glory and hangs up. delicious. Not to mention my operator has a real fondness for screaming into my ear today like I forgot my own name. I'm not in a bad mood at all. I went to the grocery store on my break and bought some pansies and a pot. The neighbors stopped drumming when I said I had to work. The pharmacy didn't dick around with my pills. Sometimes things as small as trying to purchase an artichoke can turn deadly if you go to the wrong store or forget the little plastic discount card.
Its just been another 6 minutes of dead air. I got two hours off today because we were so slow(thus all the random productivity).
Alright I actually had a customer. It was far from memorable or enlightening. He called me a nasty nigger bitch. I was on the black line. This is a dangerous line if your not a fan of getting bashed for being African American(even if your not, mind you) Right, we have about 10 different lines. The most popular are, barely legal, anything goes, domination, married sluts, black, Moving on...
So we've been talking about fixing up the bedroom and it's gotten to the point where it has to happen. I am so sick of working in a dank-ass disgusting corner full of wires I want to throw things when I think about it. It's no kind of office. So thats the story on that.
5 more minutes of dead air, then a guy wants to know specifically where I live...Moving on.
Im sure it would come to the minds of many rational people to wonder "well doesnt that make you really distrustful, knowing how many people really are sneaking around?"
I guess I was incredibly distrustful anyway due to a fucked up childhood and family life...whine whine. In short: no more than I was to begin with.

7 more dead minutes.