"You've Got Red On You..."
Jan. 9th, 2012 06:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
waitingmanAs a seasoned Sales worker, I have, over the years, developed the ability to just know when it's a full moon...
Because They come out... & in... to my workplace... The ones with no eyes to see what's in front of them... The ones with no ears to listen to what you tell them... The ones who know all, but know nothing... They're at the door... They're on my phones... They always seem to know where I am & come straight towards me... They ask for me... They won't leave me alone... They never seem to LEAVE!!! at all... Ever.
Even when I bolt the doors at the end of the day, They call me... They wait in the car-park after closing time with their whining, their whingeing, their broken pieces & parts waving in the air & their pleas for recourse, rescue or "Refund!!!" ringing in my ears.
And I smile at them. I remain calm... focussed on them, forever seeking the best way to help them find their peace, to move on... & preferably away... from me.
But each night I cry into my Scotch glass... knowing there are far more of them out there than I can handle. That eventually they will overwhelm me, defeat me, bleed me... break me... that only then will They be satisfied enough to move on... to some other poor soul, like me... whose ultimate destination is a soft room in a 'Safe Place', medicated... serene... oblivious...
Sometimes I pray & plead to a merciless god for that end to come. Some times.
Because They come out... & in... to my workplace... The ones with no eyes to see what's in front of them... The ones with no ears to listen to what you tell them... The ones who know all, but know nothing... They're at the door... They're on my phones... They always seem to know where I am & come straight towards me... They ask for me... They won't leave me alone... They never seem to LEAVE!!! at all... Ever.
Even when I bolt the doors at the end of the day, They call me... They wait in the car-park after closing time with their whining, their whingeing, their broken pieces & parts waving in the air & their pleas for recourse, rescue or "Refund!!!" ringing in my ears.
And I smile at them. I remain calm... focussed on them, forever seeking the best way to help them find their peace, to move on... & preferably away... from me.
But each night I cry into my Scotch glass... knowing there are far more of them out there than I can handle. That eventually they will overwhelm me, defeat me, bleed me... break me... that only then will They be satisfied enough to move on... to some other poor soul, like me... whose ultimate destination is a soft room in a 'Safe Place', medicated... serene... oblivious...
Sometimes I pray & plead to a merciless god for that end to come. Some times.
