EllyRox

It’s a sunny day in March, about 45 degrees out. It’s not warm yet, but it’s hinting at it. It’s the kind of day you think it might be nice to go to the park, or take a nice walk.

I’m headed into work, because that’s what I do now, 6 days a week, usually until 3am.

What do I do for a living? I work for a psychic hot line. No, I’m not a reader. I’m part of the office staff, Code monkey, Customer Service rep, and the voice of our you tube campaign.

Today when I ambled through the sliding door to our guest-house on a residential property office, I was greeted with this tasty nugget:

“You won’t believe the complaint we got today.” my co-worker touted as I walked in the door to work this afternoon. “Oh? Do tell.” I muttered as I made myself a cup of the strongest coffee I could make with the 10$ coffee maker I’d picked up at god-knows-where discount mart.

“A woman called in, got her free time with one of our advisers and called back to complain she was too accurate.” she said. I just stared at her, mouth agape. “Wait, no, you mean she complained because she was wrong, don’t you? Surely someone would not call and ask for a refund (on a free reading?!) because the person they spoke to was too accurate?” I was, at this point utterly baffled.

“Nope, she said she liked it too much, and she didn’t like that. She wanted her time back.” she answered. “That is some impressive logic.” I said, and settled in to get to work, chuckling to myself.

These people don’t need advisers they need counselors.