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 …

She: Yes?

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.