Even CSRs get the blues

I don't have an impressive resume (creative padding aside). I've come to terms with this, more or less. I'm more than sure I haven't found my niche in the esteemed customer service industry, but without any real discernible talents, and a fistful of shattered dreams and unrealized potential, I guess I've built myself a little home. I do my job, and I do it well. I wear my little headset, say my little greeting, rely on autopilot, caffeine and nicotine and somehow pull off the unenviable task of servicing customers 7 hours a day (I get an hour off for lunch thankyouverymuch) 5 days a week.
I get up at the same time. Go through the same routine. Commute with the same people. And have the same goddamn conversation. 7 hours a day (with an hour off for lunch thankyouverymuch) 5 days a week.I sometimes feel like I'm serving a life sentence in purgatory for some unknown crime. I feel like a lifer in a maximum security prison. My lunch hour (thankyouverymuch) akin to my hour in the yard, socializing with the other inmates, liftin weights, maybe testing out my new shive.
As a child I always imagined when I grew up I'd be a high powered lawyer, an entrepreneurial business owner, or maybe a time traveler. But, I never once thought when I talked to ernie on my plastic sesame street telephone: 'hell yea, this is some cool shit right there. I've found my calling....literally!"
Some days I think of doing something crazy like walking a new way to the bus stop. (Look out! ) Or maybe buying the post instead of the daily news (for shame) Anything to break the monotony. I refuse to accept this life.My complacency kills me sometimes.
What's that? If your unhappy get another job? Well that seems kind of pointless.I've already mentioned I don't have an impressive resume. Why service customers for the devil I don't know when I'm comfortable with the one I do?
Well then do something about it! Be pro-active. Refer to my above mentioned complacency.
If only I knew how to appeal to the warden. Maybe he'd commute my sentence.
But for now I guess I'm going to have to rely on my back up plan. Finding my financial independence by tricking a rich man into getting me pregnant.
I'm just kidding. Or am I?
That's actually not a bad idea.