Yesterday,
I was written up at my telemarketing job.
They'd been monitoring my calls (as per the norm) and apparently there were two calls where I didn't offer rebuttals to the people when they told me to go fuck myself.
In telemarketing circles, "no" does not mean "no."
I'd love to see my boss out on a date.
"Yes, Susie. I realize you told me "no" to vaginal intercourse. But may I interest you in providing me with a blowjob instead? It's free for you and only takes a moment.
No? Well, do you maybe have a sister who might at least take her shirt off for me? Let me diddle her ass, perhaps?"
I mean, really, that's how telemarketing feels to me.
I feel like a creep, invasive and pushy into people's lives.
But. Enough of that.
Today is Tuesday and I'm trying something new tonight.
I'm attending a writer's group.
Being that I have no friends in this town and I'm not really like a lot of the other guys at the homeless shelter (ie. I don't smoke bath salts or shoot heroin and I actually care to have a job and I prefer to bathe regularly), I am in desperate need of some sort of social interaction.
So. I've done some research and have decided to attended this writer's group.
The very idea of it is terrorizing my social anxiety issues, but I've got to do this.
If I expect to be accepted back into the fold of mainstream society, I feel I've got to try to wedge myself in at every possible angle, right?
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