*screams* Aaaarrrggghhh!!!
*sighs*
This just has not been a good day.
I'm on my seventh week at my new job, but it's only the third week of actually working (the first four weeks were training), and I had a customer who got me so angry and frustrated that I actually started crying. Not while I was on the phone with her, but after I'd put her on hold. I just started crying and could not stop! I work 12:30 p.m. till 9:00 p.m. Monday to Friday, as a result my lunch is at 5:30 p.m., but because of this one phone call I didn't get to eat until 6:15 p.m. I'm just glad that I did have lunch immediately afterwards, because it gave me a chance to calm down.
As if that wasn't bad enough, my very last call took so long that I actually missed my break, which is at 7:30 p.m., and I didn't get out of work until around 9:30 p.m. It wasn't a lousy call really, it was just long and a little bit frustrating.
And then my ride had to leave before I was done, so I had to call home to get someone to come pick me up, and while I was waiting the frustrations of the day just hit me, and hit me hard. I started to cry and it was at least a half-an-hour before I could stop. Every time I thought I was over my crying jag, I would start right back up.
The only good thing about today is that their was time between calls for me to do a little bit of writing on my NaNoWriMo project, and I got a little over a page handwritten.
Oh, and for anyone who is interested, my new job is as a Customer Care Representative in an inbound call centre. I honestly don't know how long I'm going to stick this job out. I'm really not very fond of talking on the phone to begin with and now I'm doing it for a living. I'd much rather just be doing data entry somewhere, but you take what you can get. I like my shift mind you. Main reasons being that their is little to no wait for the microwaves at lunch, which is a good thing when you only have a half hour for lunch. Plus the people who come in to work at 4:30 p.m. sit right near me, and they are really nice and willing to help me. And for the last two to three hours of my shift it is a lot quieter in the building as their are fewer people around.
Ah well, I will survive. And as I was told by several of my co-workers, working this job I'll eventually become tougher than I am now.
God, I hope so!
This just has not been a good day.
I'm on my seventh week at my new job, but it's only the third week of actually working (the first four weeks were training), and I had a customer who got me so angry and frustrated that I actually started crying. Not while I was on the phone with her, but after I'd put her on hold. I just started crying and could not stop! I work 12:30 p.m. till 9:00 p.m. Monday to Friday, as a result my lunch is at 5:30 p.m., but because of this one phone call I didn't get to eat until 6:15 p.m. I'm just glad that I did have lunch immediately afterwards, because it gave me a chance to calm down.
As if that wasn't bad enough, my very last call took so long that I actually missed my break, which is at 7:30 p.m., and I didn't get out of work until around 9:30 p.m. It wasn't a lousy call really, it was just long and a little bit frustrating.
And then my ride had to leave before I was done, so I had to call home to get someone to come pick me up, and while I was waiting the frustrations of the day just hit me, and hit me hard. I started to cry and it was at least a half-an-hour before I could stop. Every time I thought I was over my crying jag, I would start right back up.
The only good thing about today is that their was time between calls for me to do a little bit of writing on my NaNoWriMo project, and I got a little over a page handwritten.
Oh, and for anyone who is interested, my new job is as a Customer Care Representative in an inbound call centre. I honestly don't know how long I'm going to stick this job out. I'm really not very fond of talking on the phone to begin with and now I'm doing it for a living. I'd much rather just be doing data entry somewhere, but you take what you can get. I like my shift mind you. Main reasons being that their is little to no wait for the microwaves at lunch, which is a good thing when you only have a half hour for lunch. Plus the people who come in to work at 4:30 p.m. sit right near me, and they are really nice and willing to help me. And for the last two to three hours of my shift it is a lot quieter in the building as their are fewer people around.
Ah well, I will survive. And as I was told by several of my co-workers, working this job I'll eventually become tougher than I am now.
God, I hope so!