dragonkittybecca
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- Dec 28, 2015
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Everything was silent except for the quick clicking as the petite but dangerous curvy woman frantically tried to log into her systems. She wasn't even late, but just not as early as she wanted to be, being late was never an option. Even if that meant she would work in her pajamas, a cute little white sleep gown trimmed in lace in all the right places.
Rissa had just got hired for a brand new job a couple of weeks ago, working from her home doing customer service for a company. Though she hand't been through anything more extrenuous than hooking up her equipment and sitting through a 3 week long training class for their systems and proceedures, she could tell it was going to be her dream job. How could staying home, and getting paid for it not be?
She wouldn't call herself a lone-wolf it was just that her personality just did not shine under a spotlight of any kind. However, it was so much easier for her to be herself online. The quiet red-head had lived a very stagnant life. Growing up in a small town, with 'normal' parents, and an all togeher wholesome up-bringing. Her parents had indulged her anxieties; not making her go to school when it became to much for her imagining all of those teens looking at her, judging her. So, now, her problem now mostly controlled her life.
Trouble was something she had always tried to steer clear of, and that usually involved keeping to herself. She had an addictive personality, and was no stranger to peer pressure.
Rissa would rather not leave the house, and her anxiety thanked her for it. Now, she figured, the only time she would really have to leave was for supplies, and the once a month her best friend forced her out of the house. She would much rather spend her time reading, or doing something else creative, and the raven haired woman knew that wasn't going to change any time soon.
Though she would never admit it to herself, Rissa was done with life in general. Maybe she was a little tired of being the "baby in the corner," but you dont fix what isn't broken.
She finally got everything up, lastly logging into their chat room, where all of the agents like her could comminucate their issues and questions. She got comfortable for the long night ahead of her, her warm cup of coffee helping to wake up her up properly when most people would be heading off to sleep. She was nervous that she was now held accountable if she made mistakes, but she decided that she wasn't going to let that get to her.
After a few hours of taking calls from a wide range of customers, things died down to a point where she had actually become bored. This would normally be the point where Rissa would do something else, maybe scroll through social media. But not this time.
A comment about a book series she loved popped up in their chat catching her attention immediately, and before she could stop herself she was replying to him. The two of them talked for hours, between what few calls they had in the dead of the night, and they were instantly connected. Their combined passion for writing and all things nerdy seemed to instantly cement their friendship.
Rissa didn't even want to log out when it came the time for her end of shift, but the thought was instantly pushed out of her head when a private messaged blinked at her containing a cell phone number. When Rissa analyzed her face in the mirror before she crawled into bed she noticed something she hadn't seen for quite some time; a genuine smile graced her face.
Rissa had just got hired for a brand new job a couple of weeks ago, working from her home doing customer service for a company. Though she hand't been through anything more extrenuous than hooking up her equipment and sitting through a 3 week long training class for their systems and proceedures, she could tell it was going to be her dream job. How could staying home, and getting paid for it not be?
She wouldn't call herself a lone-wolf it was just that her personality just did not shine under a spotlight of any kind. However, it was so much easier for her to be herself online. The quiet red-head had lived a very stagnant life. Growing up in a small town, with 'normal' parents, and an all togeher wholesome up-bringing. Her parents had indulged her anxieties; not making her go to school when it became to much for her imagining all of those teens looking at her, judging her. So, now, her problem now mostly controlled her life.
Trouble was something she had always tried to steer clear of, and that usually involved keeping to herself. She had an addictive personality, and was no stranger to peer pressure.
Rissa would rather not leave the house, and her anxiety thanked her for it. Now, she figured, the only time she would really have to leave was for supplies, and the once a month her best friend forced her out of the house. She would much rather spend her time reading, or doing something else creative, and the raven haired woman knew that wasn't going to change any time soon.
Though she would never admit it to herself, Rissa was done with life in general. Maybe she was a little tired of being the "baby in the corner," but you dont fix what isn't broken.
She finally got everything up, lastly logging into their chat room, where all of the agents like her could comminucate their issues and questions. She got comfortable for the long night ahead of her, her warm cup of coffee helping to wake up her up properly when most people would be heading off to sleep. She was nervous that she was now held accountable if she made mistakes, but she decided that she wasn't going to let that get to her.
After a few hours of taking calls from a wide range of customers, things died down to a point where she had actually become bored. This would normally be the point where Rissa would do something else, maybe scroll through social media. But not this time.
A comment about a book series she loved popped up in their chat catching her attention immediately, and before she could stop herself she was replying to him. The two of them talked for hours, between what few calls they had in the dead of the night, and they were instantly connected. Their combined passion for writing and all things nerdy seemed to instantly cement their friendship.
Rissa didn't even want to log out when it came the time for her end of shift, but the thought was instantly pushed out of her head when a private messaged blinked at her containing a cell phone number. When Rissa analyzed her face in the mirror before she crawled into bed she noticed something she hadn't seen for quite some time; a genuine smile graced her face.
