This title isn't from the Crossover.

This is from Johnny Electro #14. The first appearance of Johnny's arch-nemesis Hypnosis. A hypno-therapist whose mind is completely bent. After a severe head trauma, Dr. Howard Richard is left with no recollection of how to do even the simplest of day to day tasks. But he finds that his power of hypnosis has gotten stronger. He is now capable of bending another human's will and taking control of their bodies with his mind.

A rash of unexplained deaths begin to crop up with answers few and far between. Everyday people are walking off rooftops. Elderly women are robbing banks. Children are murdering complete strangers. People are not themselves lately.

Can Johnny discover the source of the problem? Or will be become another victim of Hypnosis' murderous rampage?


While this is total bollocks, (because Johnny Electro isn't that kind of superhero) and I am personally NOT the character basis for Johnny Electro, I am indeed facing the arch-nemesis Hypnosis.

I sold this guy --a dumbass hypno-therapist who REALLY DOES seem incapable of doing the simplest day to day tasks on his own-- 3 phones in my December run. And I have to tell you, the commission is simply not worth it.

As I sat here in the Coliseum office, I was pondering the concept that I'll be moving to the SHOW soon. "But to what end?" I asked myself in a quiet introspective moment that always seems to catch me when I'm not looking.

Not in the sense that I want to stay here, because I was over the Coliseum as soon as I heard those two got fired before Christmas.

To what end? I make more money. Which that's fine, Patti and I could use it, but I still have to serve the ungrateful populous.

And not two minutes went by as I tried to shake the idea from my brain when my boss calls; HYPNOSIS has struck again. The guy has it convinced in that pea brain of his that any and all matters in regards to his cell phone (and his bill that HE is responsible for) are MY personal responsibility. Hiding behind the "Customer is always right" propoganda, he's made it his personal mission to make sure that US CELLULAR and their fees and taxes and text messaging and everything else that we sell that his family uses and gets charged for gets a stern talking to through ME.

I personally love when he constantly brings up the idea that obviously I don't know how to do MY job.

I could honestly choke the life out of that prick right now.
Hardly the "Ideal Customer Experience" a consultant such as myself should consider.

All of this goes through my mind as I'm told NOT to throw money at the problem, (which I've been told to do in previous scenarios where I did NOT), even though he wouldn't stop until I did exactly that.


And so we start it all over again, you think right? Like with Avis. I start to look at the coming days, weeks, two weeks, month, year. And what do I find?

The second verse is same as the first.

Customer service is customer service is customer service. And customer service sucks. You can slap any coat of paint over it, and you can sell a hundred different products, but its still the same thing.

So what does one do?
One such as myself whose delusions of career grandeur cling to the hope that life still means more on a personal level in regards to purpose.

Does one fight against growing tide? Or does one release themselves of all further concepts of "specialness" and give into the will of the collective?

Struggle beyond all measured avenues of impending fate? Or become just another rat on the exercise wheel of existence?

You know what I choose. Or at least what I want to choose. I want to choose to struggle. I want to choose to fight.

I just don't really know how.