Call center job... People are stupid.
My voice is about gone. Seriously. It was already pretty bad when I came to work -- it just got worse... And no amount of cough drops or water was helping.
I really don’t have time to be writing this. Nor do I truly have the energy... Well, obviously I do, or it wouldn’t be happening. But what I mean is that I’m mentally exhausted as well as physically - to the point that you can fully expect quite a bit of stupidity in this entry. I won’t disappoint you.
Speaking of stupidity, I used to be of the mindset that, with the exception of a very few people, the human race is at least semi-intelligent.
...Uh... Yeah, Mandie. No.
I have seen the light! Or rather, I have seen reality thanks to the light shining on it. Here’s what I learned tonight (extremely belatedly):
People are dumb. All of them. That’s right, every single one.
If you happen to be a people, and you’re reading this, I’m sorry, but it’s true: you’re stupid.
If you happen to NOT be a people and you’re reading this... I am very, very impressed. Although I shouldn’t be at all surprised, since after tonight I’m leaning (heavily) toward believing that plants are far more intelligent than people. What about animals, you say? As in beasts of the field, flocks of fowl and the like? Oh, they’re not only more intelligent, they’re our superiors in every way.
If you’d experienced what I experienced in the call center tonight, or, come to think of it, any night since I started this job (although tonight was the worst), you’d agree with me 100%. And I’m not even talking about just the prank calls. The actual CUSTOMERS... ugh. And the other CSEs!!! Double-ugh. I wish I could tell you alllllll about it, but I can’t. I have to work five hours’ worth of spikes tomorrow (HA!) in addition to my regular 7 PM - 2:30 AM shift. Ha. Ha. HA!
I will tell you, though, that I got to talk to Willie Nelson. He was calling to order the Winning In the Cash Flow Business program. Did you know Willie Nelson is only twelve years old?
[Edit: I also wanted to say that PMS is really mean to hit me while I’m at work. Bursting into tears in between phone calls is not cool. It was even worse than when I was secretly eating a cherry cheese Danish (omgosh the things are sooooo good! But SOOO bad for me. I’m such a sucker for pastries!) and had to take a call with my mouth full. It was ridiculous. Not answering the phone with my mouth full (although that certainly was, too), but the PMS. I mean repeatedly breaking into a crying fit, then recovering, then doing it all over again. Hence the “repeatedly” in that sentence... It was all sorts of stuff: disappointment in myself for not handling a call better, random flashes of cancer memories, missing people I haven’t seen or talked to in years... It was dumb. Good thing I’m experienced in hiding my emotions. : P That is all.]
I really don’t have time to be writing this. Nor do I truly have the energy... Well, obviously I do, or it wouldn’t be happening. But what I mean is that I’m mentally exhausted as well as physically - to the point that you can fully expect quite a bit of stupidity in this entry. I won’t disappoint you.
Speaking of stupidity, I used to be of the mindset that, with the exception of a very few people, the human race is at least semi-intelligent.
...Uh... Yeah, Mandie. No.
I have seen the light! Or rather, I have seen reality thanks to the light shining on it. Here’s what I learned tonight (extremely belatedly):
People are dumb. All of them. That’s right, every single one.
If you happen to be a people, and you’re reading this, I’m sorry, but it’s true: you’re stupid.
If you happen to NOT be a people and you’re reading this... I am very, very impressed. Although I shouldn’t be at all surprised, since after tonight I’m leaning (heavily) toward believing that plants are far more intelligent than people. What about animals, you say? As in beasts of the field, flocks of fowl and the like? Oh, they’re not only more intelligent, they’re our superiors in every way.
If you’d experienced what I experienced in the call center tonight, or, come to think of it, any night since I started this job (although tonight was the worst), you’d agree with me 100%. And I’m not even talking about just the prank calls. The actual CUSTOMERS... ugh. And the other CSEs!!! Double-ugh. I wish I could tell you alllllll about it, but I can’t. I have to work five hours’ worth of spikes tomorrow (HA!) in addition to my regular 7 PM - 2:30 AM shift. Ha. Ha. HA!
I will tell you, though, that I got to talk to Willie Nelson. He was calling to order the Winning In the Cash Flow Business program. Did you know Willie Nelson is only twelve years old?
[Edit: I also wanted to say that PMS is really mean to hit me while I’m at work. Bursting into tears in between phone calls is not cool. It was even worse than when I was secretly eating a cherry cheese Danish (omgosh the things are sooooo good! But SOOO bad for me. I’m such a sucker for pastries!) and had to take a call with my mouth full. It was ridiculous. Not answering the phone with my mouth full (although that certainly was, too), but the PMS. I mean repeatedly breaking into a crying fit, then recovering, then doing it all over again. Hence the “repeatedly” in that sentence... It was all sorts of stuff: disappointment in myself for not handling a call better, random flashes of cancer memories, missing people I haven’t seen or talked to in years... It was dumb. Good thing I’m experienced in hiding my emotions. : P That is all.]