Worked in a call center once connecting terminally Ill old people to nurses (a specialized aska nurse line essentially).
My job was just to call people who needed a call back and then hand them off to a nurse when they answered the phone. I'm talking like 15 seconds of phone time with these people on average.
The shit I heard in those 15 seconds was wild.
"Can't talk, I'm on the other line with Jesus" was one of my favorite dark replies from a person with essentially terminal COPD.
But there were plenty of "I lived a bad life, I know why this is happening to me" type digressions.
Jeez! Thats really something. I would still assume they just didn’t go to church enough and thought this was their reckoning or so. In any case, you have guts my friend. That would have ruined my mental health.
Worked in a call center once connecting terminally Ill old people to nurses (a specialized aska nurse line essentially).
My job was just to call people who needed a call back and then hand them off to a nurse when they answered the phone. I'm talking like 15 seconds of phone time with these people on average.
The shit I heard in those 15 seconds was wild.
"Can't talk, I'm on the other line with Jesus" was one of my favorite dark replies from a person with essentially terminal COPD.
But there were plenty of "I lived a bad life, I know why this is happening to me" type digressions.
Jeez! Thats really something. I would still assume they just didn’t go to church enough and thought this was their reckoning or so. In any case, you have guts my friend. That would have ruined my mental health.