Pains In The Arsenal
I've never dealt with so much frustration before.
I mean, not that I've said anything, because I can't, but man, do I wish that things were more free-flowing. I'm sure my face indicates some type of unsatisfaction with this lady, but hey, I have the right. Screw what she says. She doesn't have a clue about what I do.
"Audrey this, Audrey that..." Fuck you.
You have no clue when I finish - you just keep an eye out for me whenever I do something wrong at the start.
Lady - "Audrey, you start at 2:00pm. You have to log in at 2:00pm."
Me - "I know, but I had to go to the washroom (#2)"
Lady - "But you were here at 20 to 2."
Me (in my mind) - "I was not. Half the time I was waiting for you to find out where I was going to sit."
Lady - "You have to stop doing this. Eventually, we're just going to cut you off your pay. Even though it's only 2:02pm, we're a call center.
Me - (in my mind) - "Well, considering I worked over my shift by 6min the last day I worked, can't you cut me some slack? My stomach had to go use the facilities. It's not my fault they didn't trigger those anal contractions earlier.
Lady - "Do you understand?"
Me - "Yes."
This isn't the first time that this has happened. She's been constantly complaining about other little details. She even condemns me of the fact of not knowing how to use the system. I'm just like "Ugh......whatever. Eat my shorts, lady."
You tell me I can't ask other people who work here for help, that if I have any questions, I can ask you, yet you won't let me transfer calls to you for acceptance calls because I'm not trained to give acceptance confirmations. Exactly how is that you helping me?
Me - "Lynda, can I transfer a call to you? It's regarding acceptances."
Lady - "Nope, you can't."
You're so full of yourself. I'm glad I'm not working Christmas break shifts. It's not worth it to wait in the cold, to see you, or to hear you. Just have yourself a great Christmas.
I only wish my family had Christmas spirit.
I mean, not that I've said anything, because I can't, but man, do I wish that things were more free-flowing. I'm sure my face indicates some type of unsatisfaction with this lady, but hey, I have the right. Screw what she says. She doesn't have a clue about what I do.
"Audrey this, Audrey that..." Fuck you.
You have no clue when I finish - you just keep an eye out for me whenever I do something wrong at the start.
Lady - "Audrey, you start at 2:00pm. You have to log in at 2:00pm."
Me - "I know, but I had to go to the washroom (#2)"
Lady - "But you were here at 20 to 2."
Me (in my mind) - "I was not. Half the time I was waiting for you to find out where I was going to sit."
Lady - "You have to stop doing this. Eventually, we're just going to cut you off your pay. Even though it's only 2:02pm, we're a call center.
Me - (in my mind) - "Well, considering I worked over my shift by 6min the last day I worked, can't you cut me some slack? My stomach had to go use the facilities. It's not my fault they didn't trigger those anal contractions earlier.
Lady - "Do you understand?"
Me - "Yes."
This isn't the first time that this has happened. She's been constantly complaining about other little details. She even condemns me of the fact of not knowing how to use the system. I'm just like "Ugh......whatever. Eat my shorts, lady."
You tell me I can't ask other people who work here for help, that if I have any questions, I can ask you, yet you won't let me transfer calls to you for acceptance calls because I'm not trained to give acceptance confirmations. Exactly how is that you helping me?
Me - "Lynda, can I transfer a call to you? It's regarding acceptances."
Lady - "Nope, you can't."
You're so full of yourself. I'm glad I'm not working Christmas break shifts. It's not worth it to wait in the cold, to see you, or to hear you. Just have yourself a great Christmas.
I only wish my family had Christmas spirit.