Hung up on Mr Singh today. Oh Mr Singh. I hate ya and I love ya.. well, I don't love ya, but I GET the fact that you're workin your 9-5 and I'm just a part of it all. I GET that. I get that because I started questioning Mr Singh about his job and his where abouts on today's call. Fuck it, I might as well get to know mine furor. He works hard for his money. He does.
I spoke with him about an hour ago. It was about 7pm here. By him, it was 5am. Wow. Soooo, when he calls me around noon.... hmm, math, argh! So when he calls me in/and/around the noon hour, it's actually around 12am by him. He talked to me a little bit tonight about his life and his job. He acknowledge that it sucks calling people that owe money. He threw me a bone by saying that I am nicer than most, and that he appreciates that I talk to him like a person.
He lives in Mumbai. Interesting. He can't possibly know anything about the day to day here, where I live. He definitely doesn't know about MY day to day. But. BUT, he knows about bills and salary. We touched on it briefly tonight. Our calls are recorded, so I'm sure he was some what guarded with out conversation. But it was good. He found a way to tell me that he too, had finacial worries, and that he wasn't buggin me for his entertainment. He gets it. He has a job. I don't. There's a chance that maybe someday I will have a job that involves calling poeple down on their luck to pressure them for money. I donno. I might. If they're paying, and the hours were right, I know I would take the job.
Soooo, yeah. Mr Singh is human, it turns out. Who'd a thunk?
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