march 2, 2009

I went home from the call center in the middle of the afternoon,

I was going to have visitants at home. My dog was alive.

When I got home everyone was already eating, but instead of eating the recently cooked food I went to search for any possible leftovers in the fridge. I found something with corn, something with boiled eggs, something with salad, maybe, a deep plate with codfish, potatoes, something dark green and a lot of olive oil, and a white chantilly cream made of condensed milk and chocolate bits. This one, unfortunately, I dropped on the floor. Still it was a lot, but I was able to put it all back over kitchen table next to the wall, and eat with a spoon from the part which hadn't touched the floor.

This wasn't my parents home's kitchen, it was a mixture from the kitchen I have here and some student residency kitchen, and it was pretty unclean.

At that point, I was wearing a pijamas. Someone appeared and asked me why was I eating all that old food, I said the food wasn't so old that couldn't be eaten, and that I wanted not to spoil food, even though when she left I put all back inside the fridge because it was smelling strange, even tough I actually ate from the candy(?).

So I entered the room join the family and, to my surprise, my grandmother was there too (did she make up with my mother?). I was also surprised to see a girl I sometimes talk to at the call center.

My grandmother was at the garden speaking to my father when I was amazed by the fact that she was there.

Then I noticed I had my headset still with me. I put it on my ears and was a bit stunned when I hear a costumer's voice. I tried to rephrase his question, tried to say "excuse me, sir, I didn't get what you were saying, I couldn't hear it...", he said "I don't care, good day to you!", and hung off. Right after I got another call which didn't start so badly, but then I noticed I didn't have the computer to check any information so I could only give answers by memory. I was very shy of answering calls sitting on my sofa with my family and a co-worker sitting around me. My mother even told me that it was no place or time to be answering calls. But I had to make sure I wasn't going to get fired, so I rushed to my old bedroom and logged off my account so that I wouldn't get any more calls. Then a sight of the call center came to me, there were more than 200 clients on the line and I had two warnings on a small remote screen that doesn't really exist. One of them had "mayday, mayday!", and it was from my supervisor, the other one was also from my supervisor and it had a flash animation with a wooden

house being surrounded by war tanks. People were asking for me all over the place and had already noticed I was missing on my seat. I logged off completely and the vision was gone. This would be my first fault to the company and the economic situation wasn't good so I had to be careful not to get fired.

I wen't back to the room and I found the girl from the call center alone. I told her about the situation and she told me "relax... there's no problem  on skipping once. What was your last BUS here? 8 o clock?" "Yes, about 7, 8pm..." "then you can tell you went to visit your family and had no way of going back.". I was a bit relieved with this but not entirely. Still, there was nothing I could do. She started talking about some quilts, "turret quilts". I asked "turret, like those machine guns from video games?" "Yes, I have a quilt with those patterns, wanna see it?" "Yes...". So she went to get the quilts and when she was back I noticed I was wearing only a t-shirt, and felt a bit uncomfortable, but she didn't notice it at all when she got back with the first quilt; we were comfortable with it not in an intimate way but in a dream way where things don't make sense but we don't remember asking about them. I was expecting to see a quilt with machine gun fire patterns, but she showed me the quilt where my dog used to sleep on, and with small pink flowers over dark blue. I was disappointed for I had never seen a machine-gun fire pattern quilt.

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I woke up and thought about war coming from the beach.