Work was whatever. She’d been in the business long enough that she was good at her job. Sometimes, she resented that, but, usually, she went with the flow. No point in starting a new career when she was so good at dealing with jackasses on the phone by now. It’d be a waste of a perfectly useless set of skills she’d honed in hopes of getting a big promotion out of the office someday. Laura wasn’t vain about her talents. That’d be such a depressing thing to be proud about. She just knew that, out of the whole night crew, she was the best at what she did.
Not that the competition was stiff. Percy tried way too hard and did a good job, but she had years of experience over him. It wasn’t even a competition. Same went for Cobb. It wasn’t a competition. He seemed more interested in bothering her and stealing office supplies than helping customers with their problems. She couldn’t even blame him, which sucked. They got all the freaks in the night shift.
Sometimes, they got calls from people who had no idea how to handle technology. She wasn’t sure how they’d gotten their hands on it, but she wanted to reach through the phoneline and take their expensive computers and phones away from them. She wanted to tell them, no. No, you can have this back when you decide not to go swimming in the ocean at two in the morning, fully clothed, while holding your laptop so you can get a ‘rad as fuck’ music video. How could people be this stupid? How was it even possible?
Then, there were people who seemed lonely who called in all the time. They didn’t seem interested in getting help, they just wanted to get friends. Guess what? She wasn’t here to make friends. She was here to do her fucking job and chatting to someone on the phone wasn’t her idea of a good time. There were plenty of conversations she was trying to avoid in the physical office, she didn’t need any phone based ones while Percy tried to explain how nice his mother’s birthday party was that past weekend. None of this was part of her job and she was not happy when someone tried to force it on her. Go out and meet some people and talk to them about it! Pro tip, though, maybe don’t try to find them at three in the fucking morning.
Every once in a while, she’d get a call where she just knew there was somebody masturbating on the other end of the line. Did she look like she was a phone sex operator? Because, fuck no, she hadn’t signed up for that either. Hell, she’d probably be making more money if she took that route, so, no, she was not putting up with this. Every time that happened, she’d drag Cobb over and make him talk to them. He liked messing with people like that, catching them off guard. She appreciated that, too, even if it usually led to Cobb’s usual lechery. She’s somehow gotten used to it by now, just as she’d gotten used to Percy coming up and asking for permission to use the bathroom instead of just fuckin’ getting up and leaving like a normal human being.
The whole night shift was far from normal. She’d come to terms with this a while back. That was fine. They’d found a way to make things work out here, even if it was weird as hell.