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Why I heart Ebay...I just bought a pair of Levi's for $20. Nice.
Work still hasn't bloody paid me, they paid my heart earned dough into Howard's account which means he has an extra $700 sitting in his account and I've got nada. I havent been paid since Christmas Eve. They said it would be in my account yesterday at the LATEST and it wasnt, so tomorrow I gotta ring Trish and be a bitch and complain.
I have so much more respect for anyone working in a call centre now. On Friday I got six of THE most arseholey bitches in the WORLD ringing me. All in a row. And then right at 5 to 8 I got another one, who said she was going to get my superviser fired because she wouldnt take the call. I say fair enough, the supervisers were being supremely unhelpful which made my job harder by a billion. I've got a screaming ranting lunatic on the line who wants to go higher up than me, which is fair enough...I have no authority to do anything, but my managers are all too 'busy' watching us take calls and watching how many calls are in the que to come take it. So then I have to say 'Sorry but they'll call back in 24 hours which is of course not good enough if you're phone has been barred and you need it on by the morning. Of COURSE it's not good enough and I KNOW it's not good enough but so long as bloody Ika's not taking the call I CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT. These people expect miracles of me, like I can magically unbar their phone instantly when in reality it takes four hours to come through the system and that's just it. I had one woman tell me that she didn't want to wait four hours she wanted it on IMMEDIATELY and I felt like saying 'What the fuck do you think I am? A fucking magician? It takes four hours mothafuckaaaaaaaa.'
And what gets me is that the four hours thing is a FAVOUR we do for them. If we didn't, they'd have to wait TWO TO THREE DAYS.
Of course none of this would piss me off so much if I'd actually been paid but at the moment I'm working with these arseholes for FREE.
Although there is a cute guy called Peter who works and who I'm abusing the internal email system to chat with. There were after work drinks on Friday because one of the superviser's is leaving (clever, wonder why...) and I wasn't going because I was going for drinks with Anita on Brunswick St and he asked if I was because he wasn't going to 'but if you're going to be there I might show up.'
Hee. That either means I might be going already OR if I know you're going I'll try and make the effort to go...I can't tell which but either is good.
And I went to Katie and Roman's engagement party last night. It was so sickeningly adorable and sweet and they're so great together it's just insane. They've been together for three years already and now she's 20 and engaged but I don't even care because I think it'll work out for them. It was so adorable and vomit inducing that I proposed to Adam even though he's a flaming gorgeous gay boy and then Amber got jealous so we're all going to marry each other. In a holy matrimonial threesome, rock on.
And after that I went to Dave's and lay around in his room in the dark and listened to Everybody Here Wants You while he traced his fingers over my hands and it was relaxing but I dont like him and he's in love with another girl so it was kind of like...that's nice but it's just physical and eh.
No word from George yet. I found out he goes/went to Melbourne Uni so I once again abused the internal email system to email him and say 'oh I just happened to stumble upon your address.' He probably won't check it for ages though because uni's not back yet and he might have finished already and I'm wondering if I should just call him but then if he got the email and suddenly I'm calling then isn't that a little full on?
Blah. It occurs to me that I should have cut this entry. Oh well. Deal mothafuckaaaaaaa's.
(*mwah*)
--K.
Work still hasn't bloody paid me, they paid my heart earned dough into Howard's account which means he has an extra $700 sitting in his account and I've got nada. I havent been paid since Christmas Eve. They said it would be in my account yesterday at the LATEST and it wasnt, so tomorrow I gotta ring Trish and be a bitch and complain.
I have so much more respect for anyone working in a call centre now. On Friday I got six of THE most arseholey bitches in the WORLD ringing me. All in a row. And then right at 5 to 8 I got another one, who said she was going to get my superviser fired because she wouldnt take the call. I say fair enough, the supervisers were being supremely unhelpful which made my job harder by a billion. I've got a screaming ranting lunatic on the line who wants to go higher up than me, which is fair enough...I have no authority to do anything, but my managers are all too 'busy' watching us take calls and watching how many calls are in the que to come take it. So then I have to say 'Sorry but they'll call back in 24 hours which is of course not good enough if you're phone has been barred and you need it on by the morning. Of COURSE it's not good enough and I KNOW it's not good enough but so long as bloody Ika's not taking the call I CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT. These people expect miracles of me, like I can magically unbar their phone instantly when in reality it takes four hours to come through the system and that's just it. I had one woman tell me that she didn't want to wait four hours she wanted it on IMMEDIATELY and I felt like saying 'What the fuck do you think I am? A fucking magician? It takes four hours mothafuckaaaaaaaa.'
And what gets me is that the four hours thing is a FAVOUR we do for them. If we didn't, they'd have to wait TWO TO THREE DAYS.
Of course none of this would piss me off so much if I'd actually been paid but at the moment I'm working with these arseholes for FREE.
Although there is a cute guy called Peter who works and who I'm abusing the internal email system to chat with. There were after work drinks on Friday because one of the superviser's is leaving (clever, wonder why...) and I wasn't going because I was going for drinks with Anita on Brunswick St and he asked if I was because he wasn't going to 'but if you're going to be there I might show up.'
Hee. That either means I might be going already OR if I know you're going I'll try and make the effort to go...I can't tell which but either is good.
And I went to Katie and Roman's engagement party last night. It was so sickeningly adorable and sweet and they're so great together it's just insane. They've been together for three years already and now she's 20 and engaged but I don't even care because I think it'll work out for them. It was so adorable and vomit inducing that I proposed to Adam even though he's a flaming gorgeous gay boy and then Amber got jealous so we're all going to marry each other. In a holy matrimonial threesome, rock on.
And after that I went to Dave's and lay around in his room in the dark and listened to Everybody Here Wants You while he traced his fingers over my hands and it was relaxing but I dont like him and he's in love with another girl so it was kind of like...that's nice but it's just physical and eh.
No word from George yet. I found out he goes/went to Melbourne Uni so I once again abused the internal email system to email him and say 'oh I just happened to stumble upon your address.' He probably won't check it for ages though because uni's not back yet and he might have finished already and I'm wondering if I should just call him but then if he got the email and suddenly I'm calling then isn't that a little full on?
Blah. It occurs to me that I should have cut this entry. Oh well. Deal mothafuckaaaaaaa's.
(*mwah*)
--K.