Hold Music Daydream
The music
playing while I am on hold, combined with the accent of my contact, “Daniel”,
has me picturing a tropical seascape on the other end of the line. I am envious of “Daniel”. I picture him working in an open air office,
complete with palm trees and Hawaiian beach wear. The skies just beyond the thatched roof are a
warm, brilliant blue, with scattered puffs of white cotton clouds. The breeze is gloriously balmy and salty. I can almost feel it graze my skin as I stare
at my Tahiti screensaver longingly.
I wonder
what his real name is? “Daniel” seems like
a poorly disguised cover up for something exotic, like Javier or Paulo. I wonder if “Daniel” is a surfer? As I start to daydream about his swoon
worthy, romance novel looks I am jolted back to reality when the music ends
abruptly. Well, hello “Daniel”!
In all reality, he is probably in a crowded
dingy office, full of people with headsets in cubicles. People who are paid less than they deserve,
to do outsourced jobs that were taken away from employees in the states; all so
the company can save and hoard more money.
Suddenly, I am not so envious. I
wish “Daniel” a good day and hope that I’m wrong; that he is sipping a piňa colada out of a pineapple as we
hang up our respective lines, and staring out across the sea.
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