Belle de Jour (Diary of A Call Centre Girl) Part Three
It has been a while, but she was here today – the angel of my ‘orison – the keyboard cleaner. The girl with a kiss curl on her cheek, who delicately wipes sneeze-juice off my VDU, and puts light into my life with her petite features and her beguiling smile, came to visit me today (and, granted, the rest of the office).
I saw my opportunity to engage in conversation.
Me: Sorry. But there is a Terry’s Orange Segment wrapper under my colleague’s desk …
Me: would you mind awfully picking it up. She won’t let anyone else shift it.
She: Sorry love. We do computers and that’s it.
She called me LOVE.