Call center poetry

I'm sitting here in this chair, it's not a comfortable one. Swaying back and fort, staring at the empty seat across from me. It's black and has a crease down the middle. Well not really the middles it off to the side a bit. There is a lot of chatter going on. But nothing that interests me. "Hello, please leave a mess..." I cut off the machine because I'm sick of leaving this messages. "Hello, no one is avail..." I cut it off again because I realize that no one is there. "Hello?" A soft voice says, but before I can even say my own name she hangs up.