sigh…
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Just got back from work at the phone center
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Four minutes left at work and…
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I say “Is Robert there?”
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“No, may I ask who I calling.”
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“My name is Zach and I am a student here at Iowa State…” BAM I GET CUT OFF
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“I have told you and told you guys to stop calling! My husband is 83 years old, and he is very sick in the hospital, EIGHTY THREE YEARS OLD! YOU GUYS JUST KEEP CALLING! and I asked the last person to take us off the list…”
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“Oh, I am very sorry, I, uh, I will take you off right away. I am sooo sorry, I really am, I uh, I am truly sorry. I will do that right away.
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MY HEART BREAKS…
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INTO TWO HUGE PIECES…
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my throat swells up…
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sobbing, “EIGHTY THREE YEARS OLD, PLEASE JUST STOP CALLING…………………..”
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“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I really am. Thanks, I will let you go and it won’t happen again I promise.”
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on the walk home i cried…
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“How was work zach?”
“Not bad I guess”………………..pfuh I’m a liar
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Wow, I don’t know… I just don’t know.
oh zach…. that’s awful. i’m sorry that had to be you on the other line
you have such a big heart zach. let it show more often. i really really really miss this side of you. even though i miss slightly flamboyant leader type show off zach too
I feel you, Zach. I did the phonathon for my school. Most soul-crushing experience I have ever had. I stopped going after a day and a half.