The softer side

OK, so some of my friends think I'm coming off as a heartless bitch and as stellar as that really is and I'm proud to be perceived that way a la this blog, I really do have a softer side. So. Tonight I'm going to share the squishy good and this is only a one time thing so don't go thinking that yesterday's phone call fucked me up something good.

It didn't.

I wanted more today but goddamnit. For the 'busiest day of the month' I was rather ...bored.
This is short. Very.
So.


I'm filling it with fodder if you can't tell.


I took down this woman's real name and city she lives in. I want to search for her on facebook so I can see who that precious soul was who broke down sobbing on the line to me because things in her life were -that- fucked up suddenly.
My heart really broke for her. Seriously. When I hung up it was thankfully my lunch break and I was able to just ... absorb what I did and what a really good person I can be when I'm not channeling my inner evil ginger.

Fuck you. I'm not using her real name or location.

I'm not that heartless.


Me: And thank you for calling the I don't give a crap line. How can I help you?
Her: My name is Sonya. My ID number is 4545454545454.4543454353453234 1/2.
Me: Thank you, Sonya. May I verify your account with the last 4 of your card and address.
Sonya: 123 Happy Lane, Happyville USA 12345.
--I know that's Schenectady, fuck off ya schwab--
Me: How may I help you, Sonya?
Sonya: I need  to cancel my automatic shipments and cancel my account.
Me: All right I'd be slapped happy to do that, may I ask why you want to cancel?
Sonya: My husband-- told me..to. He doesn't want me...having it anymore.
Me: I'm sorry to hear that. I can do that for you.
Sonya: He.. he lost his *crying now fuck I wanna cry too* job this morning and he was laid off and I..I'm sorry I'm so emotional.
Me: *getting pissed the page I need to load isn't* I understand. I'm terribly sorry to hear that. It'll get better; I promise.
Sonya: It doesn't feel it.
Me: My friend John taught me something. You like ice cream?
Sonya: Yes.
Me: Get sad when the ice cream in a cone is gone?
Sonya: Yeah.
Me: ...isn't the cone just as sweet?
Sonya: Well, yes, it is. Why?
Me: Don't you see? Even when the good -appears- gone, there is always something good there. You just need to "look for the cone". You still have your husband by your side, right?
Sonya: Well.. yeah. I do. I never looked at it like that.
Me: In the worst of situations, there is always SOMETHING good. You have him and he has you. That's a starting point for things to get better. It might take a while, but I swear things will get better.
Sonya: Thank you, that's the nicest thing anyone has said to me.
Me: I went ahead and cancelled the orders.
Sonya: If things improve I promise I'll be back.
Me: WHEN things Improve, I do hope I get your call.
Sonya: Thank you, Ginger, you made me feel better. I hope you have a wonderful weekend.
Me: You too, Sonya. Take care.

So. Fuck you.
I'm a saint when I wanna be.