I got home today from work ... and I cried. Since when was this in the plan? After I finished, I entered a semi-vegetative state for the next hour or two. I never do this.
Today I spoke to a most impressive array of asshole customers. I mean, really. As a tech support phone monkey it's pretty much par for the course to get an asshole customer every now and then. And at the company I am with, I typically get a fairly small proportion of these callers, because they're mostly businessfolk, and not consumers. god as my witness, I will sooner slit my wrists with a rusty spoon than ever support "consumers" again. My callers are often stupid. Consumers are terminally stupid.
No, today seemed to be filled with this sort of person. Yes, I had the occasional good one. I always do. But today's callers: almost universally rude. I'm not going into details, because I don't want to give this any more energy than I already have. I mean, it's over and all. But when I cry just after walking in the door ... it's bad.
So. I need to change jobs. I need to do something different. I want to do it for the same people, the same company. But I need a different task.
It occurs to me that his is not the first time I've talked about this, here.
Oh! And the last song I heard on the ipod as I was leaving was this incredibly
meaningful song. It's meaningful to me, anyway. Go, listen. It's subtle. Prepare to devote at least 7 minutes to it, because in my opinion it's better to actively listen, instead of putting it on as background noise.
And do please let me know what you think.