Reason I quit My Job (Today) #1

Dear Lonely, 

I understand that you don't have enough friends in your life that you can rely on. You don't have someone that you can tell your secrets to, or someone to listen to your dreams (and complaints). I understand that you feel alone, and possibly scared. I know the sound of another human being's voice, however fleeting, can brighten your dark and dreary day. I even understand that you probably don't even know you feel this way. 

I'm sorry about your divorce. I'm sorry your children have decided they would rather live with your ex. I'm sorry your daughter has ADD. I'm sorry that you have ADD too and apparently don't know it. I'm sorry you fear for the safety of your debit card, and what might become of your credit rating, if that card should fall into the hands of your children or your ex. I'm sorry your life has taken such a horrible and unexpected turn.

However...

I'm not your friend or your psychiatrist. I'm just the poor unfortunate girl who answered the phone when you called the bookstore today. I really didn't need to know about the state of your personal life in order to answer your question. Our conversation should have lasted approximately 5 minutes. Because of your overwhelming need to (repeatedly) tell a complete stranger about all of the horrible things that have happened to you lately it took closer to 40 minutes. I tried to politely steer the conversation to a close. I (repeatedly) answered the one actual question you had. I uh-huh'ed and mm-hmm'ed at all the appropriate times. But in the end, and with the three other customers now waiting for help looking on, I had to bluntly tell you that I needed to hang up the phone. You spoke for an additional two minutes before creepily asking for my name, and finally hanging up. 

What the fuck is wrong with you lady?

Your friendly bookseller,

Justi