Perhaps among the saddest memories Daddy Jim had of his call center days was walking along Buendia Avenue at 9 in the evening looking up at those high-rise condos that lined Buendia with most windows lit up. I was thinking those guys are probably having dinner or preparing for bed while here I am just starting my shift. I just console myself with the thought that I'm just starting my workday early so that I get to earn my pay earlier than those guys up in those condos.
What's your saddest memory of working nights? Feel free to leave your comment below.
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