6 mo. and 9 days.
"Hi mrs/mr. __________ my name is Katie and I'm calling from national City. We're callign today regarding the Visa credit card you have with us, we'd just like to let you know that your credit card is offering a rate of __.__% to pay off any higher intrest credit cards or loans. I'd be happy to pay them off for you over the phone and save you some time and money."
I'm so sick of saying the same thing every day.
When i'm not saying that I'm either rationalizing with someone about why they have the rate they have (usually because of their shitball credit rating). Or having suckass little kids answer the phone (becuase its summer break) and give me shit (becuase they can.) Or sometimes, just taking a shitload of passive agressive statments. "Well I guess i'll just have to transfer my balance to someone who really wants my business!"
As great as my coworkers and boss are, and as much as i like the oodles money i make here, i'm ready to do something different. Its sad that someone who has known for so long what they are supposed to do has forgotten how to do it. The idea of sitting down to write a poem almost makes me sick. i've spent the past 3 years of my life repressing the need to analayze everything and examine the synchronicity between nature and the human emotion. I've spent the past three years pushing down all the things that made me a writer, to become a more productive bank employee.
And I praise god for white wine, every chance I get.