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I talk about work because I have no life
Apr. 14th, 2007 02:15 pmI'm always so freakin' tired whenever I have to work a Saturday. Coming home from an afternoon shift and then having to get up at 6AM just puts sugar in my gas tank.
In spite of that I always really enjoy the dawn stroll to the bus stop. Bird 'n' bees 'n' squirrels 'n' flowers doing their ribald spring thing is a very pleasant way to start the day. Today as I was walking I heard all this frantic yapping and barking coming from behind me. I turned around and a couple of small dogs - a Jack Russel and a West Highland Terrier - were charging up the sidewalk.
They literally bounced off my legs and then ran past me into the playground. Hello, awake now. If I were afraid of dogs I would still be back there peeling strips off their owner.
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I got called a cunt by a client this week. It was actually kind of hilarious. Mostly because he's a branch manager at a bank and I called him at work. The dude was swearing and screaming at the top of his lungs. I'd love a picture of the face of anybody who walked into the branch at that moment.
The people who were sitting next to me at the time all commented on how calm I am when I'm dealing with screamers. As I explained it later when I was regaling my friends with the story; a guy standing in a room with me holding an axe and calling me a cunt is going to get my absolute and undivided attention. A middle-aged banker on the other end of the phone line? Nah, not so much.
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Whenever I work a call centre job I always fantasize about shaving my head and showing up at their house or work all leather & spikes.
Not to do anything, mind you. Just to show up and say, "Hi. I'm the woman you swore at last week. Nice to meetcha."
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You know a lot of call centre work in the US is now contracted out to prisons?
I always think about that whenever somebody talks about blowing a whistle into the phone of a telemarketer.
In spite of that I always really enjoy the dawn stroll to the bus stop. Bird 'n' bees 'n' squirrels 'n' flowers doing their ribald spring thing is a very pleasant way to start the day. Today as I was walking I heard all this frantic yapping and barking coming from behind me. I turned around and a couple of small dogs - a Jack Russel and a West Highland Terrier - were charging up the sidewalk.
They literally bounced off my legs and then ran past me into the playground. Hello, awake now. If I were afraid of dogs I would still be back there peeling strips off their owner.
I got called a cunt by a client this week. It was actually kind of hilarious. Mostly because he's a branch manager at a bank and I called him at work. The dude was swearing and screaming at the top of his lungs. I'd love a picture of the face of anybody who walked into the branch at that moment.
The people who were sitting next to me at the time all commented on how calm I am when I'm dealing with screamers. As I explained it later when I was regaling my friends with the story; a guy standing in a room with me holding an axe and calling me a cunt is going to get my absolute and undivided attention. A middle-aged banker on the other end of the phone line? Nah, not so much.
Whenever I work a call centre job I always fantasize about shaving my head and showing up at their house or work all leather & spikes.
Not to do anything, mind you. Just to show up and say, "Hi. I'm the woman you swore at last week. Nice to meetcha."
You know a lot of call centre work in the US is now contracted out to prisons?
I always think about that whenever somebody talks about blowing a whistle into the phone of a telemarketer.