I’m seated at the end of our row of desks on the opposite end from our manager. Somehow, I managed to get in here before Kurt and Chloe and procured three seats down here. I guess there is one advantage to not sleeping; you can’t oversleep for work. I’m pinching myself every few seconds to keep a constant endorphin rush in my veins to keep me from falling asleep during the calls that drone on and on.
Sarah leans over the wall of my desk. I’m between outbound calls, the inside of my left wrist caught firmly between my left thumbnail, and forefinger nail, the skin steadily turning red and threatening to open up.
“Yessss...,” I hiss, looking up at her with wide eyes.
“The monitors have been listening to outbound calls the last few days,” she says, staring down at the list. “They aren’t taking off points until Monday, but they wanted the managers to talk to people who aren’t verifying addresses on outbound calls. You are one of those people. It’s not a big deal this weekend, but you should get yourself in the habit. Just make sure you’re doing it on Monday.”
“You bet!” I splurt, still pinching my wrist.
“Rubin,” she says apprehensively. “Are you okay?” I see her eyes settling on my wrist and her lips purse.
I laugh. “Who is really all right?” I ask. I consider telling her about Alicia, and about Zoe, but why waste her time with my problems? I don’t want to know about hers. “Don’t worry, I’m just fine!”
“All right. Just make sure to verify those addresses.”
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