Maybe today my soul needs something good for it... Despite wanting to lay in bed and indulge in terrible, teenaged dramas, watching the clock tick towards the witching hour, I'm going to give this blog a day two.
As my name implies, I am a call girl. Now, now, heads out of the gutter, lassies and chaps. I work in a call center. For non disclosure reasons, I won't tell you who I work for, company or vendor. I think, during my three career there, I must have signed some sort of clause in accordance with this theory... But I am who I am. I am an accounts receivable call girl. Some may call me soulless; I've gotten bitch, daughter of Satan, douche monkey. But I've come to the realization and trust me it's taken a long time, that my job isn't who I am. It's not me and I'm not a bad person.
Okay, we're working on the second part. It gets hard to separate the personas; the constant messages of who we actually are vs who we're supposed to be. Sometimes, I become so overwhelmed by idea that I have to be all these different versions of myself. What about finding one true self and sticking by her? That would be too easy folks, and as we all know, life is everything but that.
Signing off, sleepy, introspective and maskless, yours truly,
The Call Girl xx
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