Regan Smith
Bio
This is the Bio of what you don't see.
The fire behind the eyes filled with tears.
The empty belly full of laughter.
The drawn out lies created by truth.
Enjoy the madness I find time to put forth non-telapathically...
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"We ain't gonna take it!"
My first position at Walmart was part-time in the cellular kiosk/electronics department. My experience doing cellular customer service over the phone in a call center made me a good fit when it came to selling cell phones in person. I had personally dealt with hundreds of cell phone "customer's" and "dealer's" in my few years manning the phone lines at companies such as T-Mobile, Verizon, Bell and Shaw. I had worked in pretty much every department there was from activations to sales, to tech support, and even something they call "retention". This is when you call to cancel your service and low and behold, all of a sudden, after a strange "warm" transfer, this incredible sale magically appears to your representative in hopes of saving you as a customer, aka "retaining you". Yep, that's right! Not a coinkie-dink at all. Planned, just like every question they ask and every strategically placed item in their storefronts. Whatever it takes to keep you buying what they are selling!
By Regan Smith 4 years ago in Psyche
The long way around
It was clear to me that it wasn't going to be very clear anymore. The clouds were rolling in on what they have started calling an "Atmospheric River". I, myself, have spent many needless hours pondering what exactly that meant. But such is the life of an overthinker like me. I could stare at the clouds for hours trying to predict the future both weatherwise and in general. Great advice is very hard to find these days. Without such, a person can get stuck following the wrong path in the wrong direction.
By Regan Smith 4 years ago in Journal
Gothic Lies
If his name was Lee, I don't quite remember. He was skinny, sick, gothish, but not by choice. A true goth. Life, it seemed, was actually out to get him. Where ever we met, I also don't remember. I want to remember it was in the TV room. We had a TV in our room and a bathroom for an extra $35 per month, but they played shows like The Simsons and Ren & Stimpy in the large room walled with couches. We only got the channels that played hockey night in Canada or the news, which I hated.
By Regan Smith 4 years ago in Confessions
Jeans Wings
It had been going on for longer than she was aware. Just a girl and her horse, talking to each other. That's all, and nobody ever really questioned it. Mary-Bell was a large horse. The brown kind with a white spot, right dab smack middle of her forehead. She was calm and easy-going for the most part. Without a doubt, Jean loved that horse just as much as she loved her mother. In the four years since Jeans' mother's sudden passing, Jean had become pretty lonely. The 26-year-old had lost contact with her real dad some time ago. Being an only child meant nothing to Jean. Jean's mother was all the family Jean needed, or so she thought.
By Regan Smith 4 years ago in Fiction
