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Saturday, September 3, 2011

I don't rightly know


Mental Health
When it became clear that the man at the help desk was a lunatic, Clark had great difficulty in changing his strategy. The representative had clearly been broken by the soullessness of his job, but in an unusual way: he attempted to mumble small talk while staring at the computer screen in front of him. The inane and the slightly too personal mixed, and Clark could tell he would have liked to be asked the same questions, but even out politeness it was too uncomfortable a thing to consider. Clark made a hasty retreat with a faked coughing fit, and hid in the bathroom wondering what to do.

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