Disconnect

"Excuse me! If you don't stop yelling I will disconnect this call."

I can feel them staring at the back of my head. That's right! I said I'd hang up on him. He's already yelled at everyone else in the shop today. Now it's my turn. Only thing is, I'm not going to listen to him. Narcissa was shaking when she put him on hold, the little heart charms on her bracelet jingling.

Don't get me wrong, Narcissa is the biggest coward I've met in years. She drives me crazy. But no one deserves to be shouted at like this. It's not like I work in the organ donor department of Cedar Sinai. There isn't a life hanging in the balance. We're talking about a fountain pen.

My ears turned red and prickly when I took the phone from Narcissa. This morning Blow Hard made Snuffy cry. I was out moving my car when that happened. Now Narcissa, who is terrified of being fired over the improper use of paperclips, is going to meltdown.

Then there's Saddle Shoes who is upstairs cheering me on, watching from over the railing.Thank god she opened the door and got a breeze going through here. For what's supposed to be an airy loft it sure does get stuffy in here. The ring I took off is sitting on my desk next to the lotion I didn't get to put on before Blow Hard called to terrorize the phone staff. I haven't had lunch yet and the new coffee marker we ordered to replace the one that committed suicide hasn't arrived yet. I'm hungry and under caffeinated. I know Mercury is in retrograde but this is only going to get worse the longer I let it go on.

Man, I miss the days when there was a real base for the telephone and you could slam the receiver down with a satisfying CLANG-BRRRRIIIINNNGG.

"Sir, I'm disconnecting this call."