Feb 27 2009
My day was like any other, wake up not wanting to get out of bed. a shower that was not long enough, a half ass shave. running to the car a on a rain day, trying to think if i forgot something.
clocking in a minute late, not have time to buy a soda. i logged in to my computer i looked at the Que, 57, 59, 58. i grab my headset as i hit ready, a late sixes year old woman. a little confused about what was going on, a little scared in her voice. As she told me what was wrong. i could feel her voice start to lift as i started to talk. i told her she was going to back up and running it about 5 minutes all we need to do it restart your modem, and Logan to your modem to change a few thing. i think the call toke around 8 or so minutes but in the end she was telling me about her poker game and that she only play on yahoo and a little about her life story. i could feel her smiling on the other end of the phone. As if all she want was to tell some, just to let some know she was still there. It made my whole day know that is little old lady was playing her poker game.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Alone
FEB 26 12:43am 2009
Alone
As i sit here thinking of the day i will never get back, 24 hours of my life that was just anther block in the wall of life. i sit here looking back at it and all the other blocks. that i have made over the years, some i made when i was down like that day that my girl friend told me it was over. some when i happy my first blind date that did not end for 4 days, but most of them are when i was alone were it was just me. waking up alone, making dinner for one, going to the movies and only ording one ticket. the hardest ones are the days no one asked you how your day was. i walk the streets looking at couples holding hands, laughing and just smiling. i almost feel a little part of me just wanting to cry. i look at myself and ask why not me, when is it my turn to feel the embrace of a warm touch, a fight about the toylet set being up, a sleepless night talking about a her crappy day at work, waking up knowing the first person you see is someone that loves you. when will it be my day.
my wall is my own
i build it by myself
but i would love some help
Alone
As i sit here thinking of the day i will never get back, 24 hours of my life that was just anther block in the wall of life. i sit here looking back at it and all the other blocks. that i have made over the years, some i made when i was down like that day that my girl friend told me it was over. some when i happy my first blind date that did not end for 4 days, but most of them are when i was alone were it was just me. waking up alone, making dinner for one, going to the movies and only ording one ticket. the hardest ones are the days no one asked you how your day was. i walk the streets looking at couples holding hands, laughing and just smiling. i almost feel a little part of me just wanting to cry. i look at myself and ask why not me, when is it my turn to feel the embrace of a warm touch, a fight about the toylet set being up, a sleepless night talking about a her crappy day at work, waking up knowing the first person you see is someone that loves you. when will it be my day.
my wall is my own
i build it by myself
but i would love some help
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