If you having nothing nice to say......
Ah.
I have a job.
Not a good job. but a job nonetheless.
I work at a call centre. The job any kid who just graduated with a university degree in the city of halifax seems to get employed to.
Okay.
Here's the breakdown of hate:
-i hate phones
-i hate talking to strangers
-i hate working nights
-i hate working weekends
-i hate crowds of people
-i hate signs that say 'inspire' and 'creativity' and 'success' and have pictures of boats or sunsets or mountain climbers or hang gliders.
-i hate evil ignorant people.
So here's the breakdown of my job:
-talking on the phone from start of shift to finish
-talking to strangers on the phone from start of shift to finish
-working nights
-working weekends
-working in a small room with about 70 other people crammed in
-being surrounded by 'inspirational signs' with hang gliders and mountain climbers
-asking evil ignorant people their opinions.
OH joy. haha
my throat and tongue hurt i had to talk so much tonight.
I mean.. i never worked at a call centre.. it always seemed like a very easy concept.. people tell me that the hardest part is dealing with irate people. Thats actually the best part by far!
for example:
Scenerio number 1:
Me: *say blurb intro verbatem off of a computer screen
Respondant: hold on i'll get my dad (southern accent)
Me: okay.
Me: hello?
Respondant: my dad is on the phone
Dad: fuck you, you know what we do with people like you 'round here, we cut chickens in half and stamp you with 'em, you piece of shit, thats what we do with people like you around these parts. So FUCK OFF *click (all in very deep southern 'redneck' accent'
Me: okay, have a good day sir. Thanks for your time
Me: *laugh laugh laugh... cut chicken in half and stamp you with it? huh?
Scenerio number 2:
Me: *say blurb intro verbatem off of a computer screen
Me: ask for person in household who makes decisions
Respondant: ughh... he's not here.
Me: alright, would there be a better time to reach them?
Respondant: ugh... he's dead
Me: *chuckle.....ugh... alrightttttttttttt
Respondant: well no not really... i feel bad... but.. i don't wanna do this. put me on the list
Me: sounds good, haha. have a good one man.
*click
I mean, how could you not love that shit.
haha.
but the rest of the night consisted of shittiness.
i mean.. apparantly i did really well. i surpassed my 'quota' of having people actally complete the long assed survey.. and some co-workers who have been working there a while congradulated me and said that i did a really good job.. that having 5 completed survey's in 3 hours is really good...
i mean..................it's not my doing for fuck sakes.. to me.. it all depends on which number gets dialed by the random machine.. I have nothing to do with it.
So i got home.. and my girly was sleepin' (i had to walk home... after spending a half hour trying to figure out how to clock my time... it's a very very irrating and drawn out retardo system) so i got home at midnight.. and she be sleepin'. When she left for work at 730am.. i be sleepin'.
so... i never get to see her if this is the case.. and that sucks.
that sucks hard.
hopefully.. i pray that either the video store.. or the newstand calls me for a job.. cause i dont wanna do this.. i mean.. sure it's easy.. i read 'scripts' verbatem offa screen and key code based on answers for 5-6 hours a night or day (if weekend) fuck. a semi smart monkey could handle this shit.. and sure it's 8 bucks an hour.... but i mean. it's only about 25-30 hours a week.. .and it's all bullshittery.
kay.. lets do the math.. ..
8*30 = 240 a week
240*4 = 960 a month.
960-140 (assumed tax) = 820
820-500 (approx billage per month) = 320
320/4 = 80
thats 80 bucks a week to live folks! and thats smokes and food. and i owe money to people.. and student loans will kick in soon enought.
Therefore = not enough to live even somewhat comfortable.
Therefore= shitty hateful job = unsatisfying paycheques = FUCK
but alas.. this i sthe only way i can actually stay in halifax. so i'll make due.
bite the fucking bullet and deal with it.
This sucks. haha
but in good news.
Due to my lovely lady's supreme laziness, i made a deal with her that if i do the dishes for her for six months (yes the dishes is her job.. since i'm the cook) then she'll buy me a tattoo.
Hahaha.
I have my tattoo picked out.. and all set to get done... i just have to make the appointment.
Next.. haha.. we're thinkin' that if i scoop the litter box for six months.. she will buy me tattoo number two!
haha.
what other chores can i pawn off for free tattoos.. hrm...
haha.
she's so cute!
I mean I hate the dishes too.... hate with a passion.. but i love free tattoo's more. so it all works out.
Other than that, well band stuff is going well (if ill ever have time to jam) we play another show on the 30th
THe punk band with pike, Talk-Sick have a few drummers taht we're trying out soon hopefully. So we're in hopes that one of those will work out.. cause we have almost 14-15 songs completed... well about 12 songs done completely and another good few in the works. .. so that's gonna be exciting.
So when all is horrible... when things are lookin' down... take teh advice of the hero from the Life Of Brian, while he's hanging ont he cross... always look on the brighter side of life... *whistles* do do.. do do do do do.
hahaha. count ones blessings:
-Hawt as balls lover
-slammin' pad
-cute assed pets
-couple o' bands
-free tattoo's
-and being blessed with impecable good looks and that smooth assed charm.
OH yeah.
haha
time to take out the dog and go snuggle to my lady.
I have a job.
Not a good job. but a job nonetheless.
I work at a call centre. The job any kid who just graduated with a university degree in the city of halifax seems to get employed to.
Okay.
Here's the breakdown of hate:
-i hate phones
-i hate talking to strangers
-i hate working nights
-i hate working weekends
-i hate crowds of people
-i hate signs that say 'inspire' and 'creativity' and 'success' and have pictures of boats or sunsets or mountain climbers or hang gliders.
-i hate evil ignorant people.
So here's the breakdown of my job:
-talking on the phone from start of shift to finish
-talking to strangers on the phone from start of shift to finish
-working nights
-working weekends
-working in a small room with about 70 other people crammed in
-being surrounded by 'inspirational signs' with hang gliders and mountain climbers
-asking evil ignorant people their opinions.
OH joy. haha
my throat and tongue hurt i had to talk so much tonight.
I mean.. i never worked at a call centre.. it always seemed like a very easy concept.. people tell me that the hardest part is dealing with irate people. Thats actually the best part by far!
for example:
Scenerio number 1:
Me: *say blurb intro verbatem off of a computer screen
Respondant: hold on i'll get my dad (southern accent)
Me: okay.
Me: hello?
Respondant: my dad is on the phone
Dad: fuck you, you know what we do with people like you 'round here, we cut chickens in half and stamp you with 'em, you piece of shit, thats what we do with people like you around these parts. So FUCK OFF *click (all in very deep southern 'redneck' accent'
Me: okay, have a good day sir. Thanks for your time
Me: *laugh laugh laugh... cut chicken in half and stamp you with it? huh?
Scenerio number 2:
Me: *say blurb intro verbatem off of a computer screen
Me: ask for person in household who makes decisions
Respondant: ughh... he's not here.
Me: alright, would there be a better time to reach them?
Respondant: ugh... he's dead
Me: *chuckle.....ugh... alrightttttttttttt
Respondant: well no not really... i feel bad... but.. i don't wanna do this. put me on the list
Me: sounds good, haha. have a good one man.
*click
I mean, how could you not love that shit.
haha.
but the rest of the night consisted of shittiness.
i mean.. apparantly i did really well. i surpassed my 'quota' of having people actally complete the long assed survey.. and some co-workers who have been working there a while congradulated me and said that i did a really good job.. that having 5 completed survey's in 3 hours is really good...
i mean..................it's not my doing for fuck sakes.. to me.. it all depends on which number gets dialed by the random machine.. I have nothing to do with it.
So i got home.. and my girly was sleepin' (i had to walk home... after spending a half hour trying to figure out how to clock my time... it's a very very irrating and drawn out retardo system) so i got home at midnight.. and she be sleepin'. When she left for work at 730am.. i be sleepin'.
so... i never get to see her if this is the case.. and that sucks.
that sucks hard.
hopefully.. i pray that either the video store.. or the newstand calls me for a job.. cause i dont wanna do this.. i mean.. sure it's easy.. i read 'scripts' verbatem offa screen and key code based on answers for 5-6 hours a night or day (if weekend) fuck. a semi smart monkey could handle this shit.. and sure it's 8 bucks an hour.... but i mean. it's only about 25-30 hours a week.. .and it's all bullshittery.
kay.. lets do the math.. ..
8*30 = 240 a week
240*4 = 960 a month.
960-140 (assumed tax) = 820
820-500 (approx billage per month) = 320
320/4 = 80
thats 80 bucks a week to live folks! and thats smokes and food. and i owe money to people.. and student loans will kick in soon enought.
Therefore = not enough to live even somewhat comfortable.
Therefore= shitty hateful job = unsatisfying paycheques = FUCK
but alas.. this i sthe only way i can actually stay in halifax. so i'll make due.
bite the fucking bullet and deal with it.
This sucks. haha
but in good news.
Due to my lovely lady's supreme laziness, i made a deal with her that if i do the dishes for her for six months (yes the dishes is her job.. since i'm the cook) then she'll buy me a tattoo.
Hahaha.
I have my tattoo picked out.. and all set to get done... i just have to make the appointment.
Next.. haha.. we're thinkin' that if i scoop the litter box for six months.. she will buy me tattoo number two!
haha.
what other chores can i pawn off for free tattoos.. hrm...
haha.
she's so cute!
I mean I hate the dishes too.... hate with a passion.. but i love free tattoo's more. so it all works out.
Other than that, well band stuff is going well (if ill ever have time to jam) we play another show on the 30th
THe punk band with pike, Talk-Sick have a few drummers taht we're trying out soon hopefully. So we're in hopes that one of those will work out.. cause we have almost 14-15 songs completed... well about 12 songs done completely and another good few in the works. .. so that's gonna be exciting.
So when all is horrible... when things are lookin' down... take teh advice of the hero from the Life Of Brian, while he's hanging ont he cross... always look on the brighter side of life... *whistles* do do.. do do do do do.
hahaha. count ones blessings:
-Hawt as balls lover
-slammin' pad
-cute assed pets
-couple o' bands
-free tattoo's
-and being blessed with impecable good looks and that smooth assed charm.
OH yeah.
haha
time to take out the dog and go snuggle to my lady.