Mar 30, 2010 11:37
... to work today, I mean.
Ah... I SO wish I didn't have to. Mind you, it's not that I don't want to work. Work = DO WANT. Phone work ? DO NOT WANT. Or something like that.
Someone told me that the other interview I had last Monday was for a receptionist position so there would be phone work. Yes, but not only. And I wouldn't be repeating the same script for hours.
And no one would call me an asshole because I'm calling after 8PM. Yes, it's annoying, I get it, but I'm not my own company, I'm not my own job, I'm just paid for it, and someone else has decided that these would be the rules. I think the calling hours are a little absurd, actually.
I'd rather have people say "Not interested" and hang up than hear some of the comments I've heard though. Of course I cannot say anything to those people (most of the time, they hang up before I can breathe again) . Not sure I would say anything even if I could, though... I'd probably hang up on them just as they do, except I wouldn't try to insult them, that's for sure.
Yesterday I called my temp agency. Basically I told them if they can find me something else, DO WANT. If not, too bad, I'll stay where I am right now (in hopes that they do not extend the contract :D ) . Normally the lady should be calling me back this morning, but she might be busy, so I'll try calling back a little bit later.
Some people are surprised I want to change. They think it's only been a few days, la la la, and it's work, after all, but I know my limits. First limit is my voice. Sure, I can babble a lot. That's true. But I also like to sing, and I've been told it's not that bad. And if I stay too long at this job, I can be sure I won't be able to sing properly for at least three months. If not more. It happened in 2008 and, while I do not live off my singing, it's precious enough that I want to preserve what I have.
Second limit is my mental health. I'll be honest here : the other temps are pretty cool for the most part. Even the supervisors are cool, you respect them, they respect you, and when they have something to say, they do it in a very polite way. BUT (and yes, there is one) given what happened last night, I now have a few doubts. See, above the supervisors, there is someone. I'll call him manager. Said manager barged into my row of surveyers yesterday, and yelled (at ? near ? probably "at" , I think) the supervisor that next time someone doesn't respect the script they might be fired, yadda yadda yadda, and it's ENOUGH, and, well, he seemed angry. Way to make your company look cool... people were ON THE PHONE trying to do their job o_O ... so yeah. Not cool. At all. We already have enough of a hard time getting people to reply to our survey, so o_o ...
In other non-job news, Little Tsuki is at the vet's getting spayed right now. And it was about time : we hear male cats in heat meowing allllllllll day long now (okay, just one, Blacky, but he's loud haha) and I'm glad she'll be safe. Well, *we* will be safe too, cause as much as I love tiny cutie kittens, I don't want to have to try and find homes for any... already enough cats going around :) .