‘Working in a ‘call’ mine, going down, down, down…’

For the last few months I have been an ant, a glorified robot, without the glorification, a worker bee without the honey, in what I have come somewhat affectionately to know as a ‘Telephone Sweat Shop.’ Yes, I am actually living that romantic ‘dream’ of a starving writer in the city, which is actually not [...]

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