Take this job and shove it.
Why I hate my job: We have a new boss, Richard. Now Richard has never worked the phones before. He has no experience with dealing with pissed off people who don't want to be bothered. He's never been almost done with a survey only to have some jackass say "This is taking too long" and hang up. He has no idea how long it makes the days drag on.
ANYWAY, besides that, he's actually made us call people after ten o'clock at night. Nobody in their right mind wants to take a fucking political survey at eleven, okay? There's no fucking point. All your doing is making people yell at us.
He's been picking up projects that we can't finish. It's election season. Two months until November. We're swamped. If it's ten o' clock and we still have to work on projects, don't fucking pick up a California project because Houston can't pull their weight and because you want to prove that we are better than they are. It's not a godddamn competition. I could care less if Houston kicks out asses every night. If we can't do it, we can't do it.
And if the hotline says "Shift is from 4 until 11", DON'T LIE and tell us "I've just been informed that the hotline was wrong. Shift will run until midnight." Okay, I've been working here for over two years. No. The hotline was not wrong. YOU decided to pick up a fucking project that we weren't supposed to have. YOU made the decision to keep us an extra hour. We aren't fucking stupid, okay? You should have at least just owned up to it and said we picked up another project.
And last, but certainly not least, it makes me so pissed off when you let people go home that aren't getting surveys hours before shift ends. Or when you let people go home, and keep ten people to work on the final project. Why? Because it's always me that ends up staying. I should be happy that I'm good at my job, but really? I'm not. In no way does that make me want to keep getting surveys and doing quality work. I want to go home early too, sometimes, dammit. I need the money, but when it comes down to it, I'm tired, worn out, and stressed by... oh, 9pm. I want to go home, not talk to people who's opinions I could give a rat's ass about.
...And I'm done.
ANYWAY, besides that, he's actually made us call people after ten o'clock at night. Nobody in their right mind wants to take a fucking political survey at eleven, okay? There's no fucking point. All your doing is making people yell at us.
He's been picking up projects that we can't finish. It's election season. Two months until November. We're swamped. If it's ten o' clock and we still have to work on projects, don't fucking pick up a California project because Houston can't pull their weight and because you want to prove that we are better than they are. It's not a godddamn competition. I could care less if Houston kicks out asses every night. If we can't do it, we can't do it.
And if the hotline says "Shift is from 4 until 11", DON'T LIE and tell us "I've just been informed that the hotline was wrong. Shift will run until midnight." Okay, I've been working here for over two years. No. The hotline was not wrong. YOU decided to pick up a fucking project that we weren't supposed to have. YOU made the decision to keep us an extra hour. We aren't fucking stupid, okay? You should have at least just owned up to it and said we picked up another project.
And last, but certainly not least, it makes me so pissed off when you let people go home that aren't getting surveys hours before shift ends. Or when you let people go home, and keep ten people to work on the final project. Why? Because it's always me that ends up staying. I should be happy that I'm good at my job, but really? I'm not. In no way does that make me want to keep getting surveys and doing quality work. I want to go home early too, sometimes, dammit. I need the money, but when it comes down to it, I'm tired, worn out, and stressed by... oh, 9pm. I want to go home, not talk to people who's opinions I could give a rat's ass about.
...And I'm done.