Jessie grabs her headphones, ready to go, Dialing away, but the lines are all slow. Ring after ring, no one picks up, She’s starting to wonder if she’s out of luck. Then a voice breaks through, “Cannibals, we’re friends, Not food—how can I help you, my friend?” Jessie’s in shock, she stammers, “Wrong call!” Hangs up fast, but she tries again—y’all. “Hello, this is Jessie—CFO today?” Voice says, “I don’t know, but I’ll hear you, hey— Are you a telemarketer?” with a grin, Jessie sighs, “This isn’t where I’ve been.” “Things aren’t great,” the voice cracks a smile, Jessie’s getting tired, dialing in denial. She tries again, but this day’s a mess, Can’t find the lead, just more distress. Dial after dial, still nothing to show, Her hope starts fading, but she won’t let go. Tomorrow, she thinks, might be her win, For now, she smiles and starts again. Some days are hard, but she’ll get through, Jessie’s got grit, and she knows what to do. Keep dialing, keep trying, that’s the game, Tomorrow’s the day she’ll rise to fame.
