DeathCrush
I'm sitting at my desk at my new job. I think I need a lesson in posture or something, because I really have no idea how to sit at a desk. I could be breaking my back or getting carpal tunnel or something. So far, I haven't packed myself a lunch for this job yet. I haven't stopped at a store and bought cup noodles or anything. All I do is walk to Arby's every lunch break. I need to stop that. Sitting at a desk all day + fast food is probably not ideal for my health. So far then, I am endangering myself in three ways. Bad desk posture. Sitting all day. Arby's.
I realize that this post is quite uninteresting, but I figure I should describe my new job. I sit in a cubicle. It's kind of lonely, there's only one other person in this entire row. People, using their awesome CaptionCall telephones, and who are hard-of-hearing, place a phone call to someone. I hear the voice of this "someone," dictate orally what they say, and what I say pops up on the screen of the CaptionCall user. The end.
I realize that this post is quite uninteresting, but I figure I should describe my new job. I sit in a cubicle. It's kind of lonely, there's only one other person in this entire row. People, using their awesome CaptionCall telephones, and who are hard-of-hearing, place a phone call to someone. I hear the voice of this "someone," dictate orally what they say, and what I say pops up on the screen of the CaptionCall user. The end.
posted by HLR | February 11, 2012
5 Comments:
What sort of things of do you have to say?
It's just people having regular conversations. Or I could be dictating a doctor or somebody else that the hard-of-hearing person is talking to. I get to swear too, if people say swear words. I'm required by law to say every single thing I hear. The other day, I said the sinner's prayer TWO TIMES. Oh, but I'm not supposed to discuss the details of calls, so don't tell anyone.
Hey, you got the job! Congrats!
I have a friend who worked at a place like that and she said sometimes she had to do sex chats. I think you will have some good stories, even if you won't be allowed to tell them.
TELL ME YOUR STORIES!
I'm sorry Food Freak Frank, whoever you might be, but I am not allowed to share the details. They would hunt me down and slit my throat. You don't want that, do you?
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