Don't need to go swimming to be soaking wet
I've been neglecting my LJ. Again. *hangs head sheepishly* I just... don't have anything to write about. Especially lately with stupidly long shifts eating my brain because of billing. Queues of 35 calls all day long, no time to even breathe. Nothing spectacular happening in the calls either - just setting up payment plans, taking payments, booking appointments to have meters fitted. Rinse, lather, repeat like 70 times a day.
I had one of those phone-calls today that make it all worth it. Stressed out guy moving back to the area from France. He'd been ringing around banks, gas, electric etc companies all day. And said I was the most efficient, knowledgeable person he'd spoken to all day.
He then asked to speak to my manager and passed the praise on.
That's £25 in next months pay packet!
Score!
Yesterday though, was a non-work day. I had an appointment in Birmingham in the morning, so mum & I took a drive in. I needed to be measured for a bra fitting and we need to start looking for something for mum to wear to Catherine's wedding.
She didn't find anything.
I got two bras.
The good news - I'm not a 38GG anymore.
The bad news - I'm actually a 36H
FUCKING H!
I had one of those phone-calls today that make it all worth it. Stressed out guy moving back to the area from France. He'd been ringing around banks, gas, electric etc companies all day. And said I was the most efficient, knowledgeable person he'd spoken to all day.
He then asked to speak to my manager and passed the praise on.
That's £25 in next months pay packet!
Score!
Yesterday though, was a non-work day. I had an appointment in Birmingham in the morning, so mum & I took a drive in. I needed to be measured for a bra fitting and we need to start looking for something for mum to wear to Catherine's wedding.
She didn't find anything.
I got two bras.
The good news - I'm not a 38GG anymore.
The bad news - I'm actually a 36H
FUCKING H!