Monday, 19 December 2005

Xanga Post: Monday, December 19, 2005

Guy at work: Pigeons are disgusting.
Me: I like pigeons. They're beautiful.
GAW: But they spread disease.
Me: No more than humans.
GAW: Not to the extent that they do.
Me: Ever met a pigeon with AIDS?


Me <----- Hippy dippy tree hugger and proud of it.


Had our holiday party tonight at Club. I'm stuffed. Lol. I made chocolate covered pretzels. For once, my cooking was a smash. :)

Jay bought me new moos. I was SO tired last night coming home from work (twelve hours!) and he came in and made me a cuppa and everything. Then, he gave me FOUR new moos. Three ickle ones and a giant one (King Moo).

Ever tried typing with SEVEN (Yes, the holy SEVEN *wink*) cows, a gorilla, 1 TMNT, an autopsy baby and a heffelump staring at you? I can see me having nightmares...

Hey, while you're here, post your favourite memory of Wondra! :)

Saturday, 17 December 2005

Xanga Post: Saturday, December 17, 2005

Ok, so my first week on the switchboard alone was hell.

Turns out, I have the manager from Hell.

On day two, I got a lecture on how my performance affects HER team. She put a ton of pressure on me about call handling times and then didn't bother to tell me what the hell they're suppose to be! And, she separated our training group for "not integrating with the others." Then, on day three, she told me off. Why? For being a few seconds too slow releasing calls, apologising in the middle of calls instead of the beginning and for using the mute button.

Bear in mind that no one else that I started with had even MET their managers by then. Add to all this the facts that 1. I got in trouble on Tuesday for being absent on Monday (I WASN'T absent. I was there eight freaking hours.) and 2. wasn't even on the sign in sheet on Wednesday. What a load of shit.

Oh, and I almost started a fight with three of the boys that I started with at work as well.

They were mouthing off, using words like "honkey" and "wigger" which I find very offensive, and really getting on my nerves. Then they started with "Oh, it's just like Eight Mile!" And for some reason I can't figure out, THAT pissed me off more. I was like, "Excuse me? Have you ever freaking SEEN Eight Mile? Ever BEEN there? In fact, ever been to a place where you were afraid to stop the freaking car because you're in the ghetto? No? Thought not. Fuck off."

Except for once, I kept my mouth shut. Can't guarantee that'll happen again. Now, explain to me why I couldn't care less about being American (no patriotism there) but I get defensive about Detroit? Weird.

Sunday, 11 December 2005

Xanga Post: Sunday, December 11, 2005

Okay, so I'm an emergency switchboard operator now.

It's sort of a strange feeling. Sometimes I feel like I should be walking around with a badge that says, "I save lives," and sometimes I feel so useless.

I'm kind of bummed because I'm working Yule, Christmas Eve (until 4am), Christmas Day, Boxing Day, New Year's Eve (until 4am), and New Year's Day. I think we all agree that SUCKS. I won't get a single holiday to spend with Jay. Still, I guess you have to start at the bottom.