<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Y8ShyBD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tserin Oakley<br/><strong>Age:</strong>19<br/><strong>Sexual Identity:</strong>Heteroflexible<br/><strong>Position:</strong>New hire Operator<br/><br/>Totally stoked for her first day at work at EVIL CORP, Tserin was relieved when Dave, apparently one of the supervisors, left her alone.  The guy was like<em>uber</em>creepy!  It was hard to tell what he looked like, what with his Elton John-sized Coke-bottle glasses, and the fact that he was always wiping sweat off of his brow with a soaked handkerchief.  ‘Lumpy’ was a good word to describe him, not just his face, but his body too, he wasn’t<em>in</em>shape, though his body was made up of many shapes.  None of them were at all appealing.<br/><br/>The fact that Dave kept trying to look down her top was not lost on the nineteen-year-old, and she felt like she’d been slimed after he left.  Flipping through her support manual she waited for her first call, though that didn’t take long at all!<br/><br/>The click in her headpiece alerted her that her line was live and she plastered a bright smile on her face, despite the fact that the person on the other end couldn’t see it. “Thank you for calling Packard-Hell tech support, Tserin speaking, how may I help you?” she said in a way too cheery and bright voice.<br/><br/>Pausing for a moment she tapped away at her keyboard as the person spoke, “Hmmmm… okaaay… huh. AH! Here we go! Mr. Neal, right? Bob Neal? And your telephone number is still 999-666-6969, right? Oh good, great! So how can I help you, Mister Neal?” Tserin continued in her happy chirp.  “Oh. Hmmm, let me get this straight Mister Neal.  You’re having trouble with your 3-½” floppy dick? Well, have you tried Viag--” She was interrupted by a scream that could be heard in several other cubicles.  Blushing she did her best to recover, “My apologies Mr. Neal, I misheard you.  Yes of course, your floppy<em>disc</em>!  Now, what exactly is happening?”<br/><br/>Tserin’s eyes grew wide as she listened in rapt attention as Mr. Bob Neal explained in fine detail what was going on with his floppy dick -- err DISC!  “Wow, like do you mean it’s just mangling them or what?” The cute redhead asked as she started flipping frantically through the 666-page support manual.  “Huh, you do realize that 3-½” floppy dicks…ahh discs went out the window way before I was born, right?”  Another tirade blasted her ear and she apologized profusely… again!  “No no it was a slip-up, I meant dicks -- ACK discs!!!”  Shaking her head she nodded and tried to maintain that syrupy smile though it was wavering.  “You wanted the floppy dick…<em>DISC</em>because you have an old shareware copy of Doom.  What’s shareware?”  A few more nods as she scrambled with the book to try and find a solution.  “And Doom, what's that, aside from the feeling I’m having right now?  Oh, it’s a gaaaame!  Like Halo or Battlefront!  Gotcha!”<br/><br/>Finally finding the page she skimmed it briefly and chuckled.  “Okay Mister Neal, Unfortunately, we do not warranty floppy dicks… EEP …<em>discs!</em>But what I do suggest is that you call in your local Catholic priest and have him perform an exorcism on your computer.  Thank you for calling Packard-Hell tech support! G’bye!” <click><br/><br/>“Damn, that was weird, I sure hope<em>that</em>call wasn’t recorded!”<br/>