The world is dying and I’m forced to report to this fucking office? No crowds of more than 25 people but somehow reporting to a warehouse with cubicles to deal with disgruntled, cabin feavered, entitled jackasses bitching about their fucking phone service is an essential gathering?

This is America not motherfucking Singapore!

Fuck this job, I quit!

Except I won’t because this is where careers are made, right?

Showing up when everybody else is “high risk” and self quarantined at home and getting paid for it makes me a good capitalist pig, right?

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The time I lucked out in an extended lunch break and got paid for it.

How I exited the call centre industry in epic fashion.