Jan. 19th, 2005

Conversation between me, boss and co-worker...

Me: Hey, R****
Boss: Mm hmm?
Me: I have reached my quota. I will no longer be taking calls tonight from the elderly, illiterate or the belligerant drunks. They may resume coming into my station tomorrow. But I'm at my quota tonight.
Boss: But, that's where all the fun is...
Me: No, really. Not....one.....more....

Co-Worker: (Who's just returned from a smoke after a particularly long call with an elderly (and possibly drunk) gentleman) "What's up?"
Me: Oh, I was just saying I'm not taking any more calls from the elderly, the illiterate or the bellligerantly drunk.
Co-Worker: So you mean you're not taking any more calls tonight....
Me: Oh. Right. Guess I'll go home, then!
Co-Worker: *gives me the eye of Thou Shall Not Dare Leave Me Here*

We should run away. Really...really....really far away.

Tech Support is a brutal land. Truly, maddeningly brutal.

In other news of the...d'oh....

They handed out safety prizes today. They are little soft shell coolers on wheels with a long handle. You know, like luggage? I wonder if it's to encourage you to drink while travelling. Perhaps to bring with you to Mardi Gras. I dunno. It's blue. It's cute. I didn't get one. I started working here 5 weeks too late to be eligible for the Cooler On Wheels.

Is it Friday yet?


Jan. 19th, 2005 10:33 pm

I'm not going to go into details because it's just too damn personal....but I'll be damned if there isn't some sort of conspiracy of my body against me.

Well, body...FUCK YOU! I've fed you good food, taken good care of you...for 30 years. How dare you do this to me???

God damnit bloody fucking hell.

That is all.


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November 2005


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