Letter to the Young Man at the Call Centre

Dear Young Sir

I’m sorry I didn’t have time to talk to you today, you see I have a life to live and don’t have time.  I didn’t have time earlier today, yesterday, the day before and I won’t be free later either.  You see I’m not interested in anything you are trying to sell me, make me aware of or any money you think you can get back for me.

I would prefer it if  you took me off your list, but you appear to have missed that part of our recent conversations.  I know you have a job to do, but like you so do I and I can’t get on with it with constant calls from you.  I realise you can’t end the call, I know you probably have a big brutish supervisor breathing down you neck but I’m afraid I just can’t help you.

If you were a reader of my blog you would realise that you present me a challenge.  You see I constantly go on about sending love into the world, I’m big on love, but I am struggling so hard to love you.

I don’t like to judge either, I talk about us all coming from different backgrounds, all having different experiences and I know that yours is probably pretty dire.  I realise some call centres are set up in the most disadvantaged of places and to secure that job took a hell of a lot.

I struggle because when I put the phone down on you I think about the consequences of my actions, because I don’t know what they are.  Am I depriving your family of food or are you just a young chap, living at home with mum who couldn’t get a job anywhere else.  Whatever the circumstances I feel for you, but I’m afraid I really don’t need what your offering.

I thought I would write to you, tell you how I feel and say sorry for how quickly I ended the call.  I’ve tried listening politely, I’ve tried putting the phone down on the side so you can feel your being listened to, I have told you the owner of the home (me) has sadly departed, emigrated and has even been arrested for violence but you still persist in me calling back.

Please know after every time I put down the phone, I send you a thought, you could call it a prayer if you like.  I don’t want you to feel rejected and I’m sure there are parts of your personality I would really like.  Who knows in another lifetime we might have been friends.  But for now, could you please do us both a favour and scrub me off your call list.

With greatest admiration


P.S. I wish you every success in securing a job elsewhere.