Santos sat at her desk at the call center, feeling like the walls of her tiny cubicle were closing in. She'd been dealing with customer complaints eight hours a day for the last five years, and she was way beyond weary of it. Once again her impossible-to-please supervisor stood behind her glowering, waiting for her to slip up or fail to satisfy an unhappy customer, so that he could berate her and tell her what a lousy customer service rep she was.
The next caller was a woman who was angry because the Super Power Energy Drink she had purchased from their website had failed to provide enough energy for her to win a 20-hour dance marathon. Something inside of Santos snapped; she told the customer to "get over it" and yanked off the headset of her phone. Extending her index finger over the keyboard, she made a silent wish and pressed down firmly on the escape key, and in a whoosh of air she found herself sitting on the beach of a beautiful tropical island with an ice-cold umbrella drink in her hand.~*~*~*~*~*~*~
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