Wow. A day that didn't suck hard.
How did that happen?
My boss had me answer calls from the billing que today. How awesome was that? No "My ASP pages I created in Frontpage won't upload and now my form blah blah blah.." It was like, "Hello, here is my credit card. Purchase me things. Thank you." Ok, so maybe it wasn't THAT simple, but it was still pretty damn spiffy. Every call was either purchasing something or refunding something, which is super easy compared to some of the bizarre calls you get in the general support que. I ended up making a decent amount of money. Yay me.
However, I appear to be missing about 13.5 hours of overtime from my time card. 13 hours X $20.50/hr = money I would like to have, please. So, it would be in Mark's best interest to rectify this situation, or I will be forced to shank him.
Perhaps I need to cut back on my caffeine. Damn you, Matthais. This is all your fault. I'm a flipping addict now. I cannot function without my morning Vanilla Frappucino. Or the 2 Diet Pepsis (Pepsies, Pepsi's..? How do you make that plural? Nothing looks right.) I have afterward... I fidget a great deal now. I NEED THIS MONKEY OFF MY BACK.
Ok, I'm done.
I think I've been in a heinous mood of late and I apologize to all who have felt my wrath. Especially Adan, cause I was really outta line to say pretty much everything I said to you this morning, even if you did think it was oddly amusing. It's pretty much that everything around me has gone to shit, so.. maybe I think everyone else needs to be miserable...? I dunno. Ashley no thinkie. Ashley likes shiny things.
Oh, and how spiffy is this whole Paris-Hilton's-address-book-being-leaked-onto-the-net thing? Of course, I could live without seeing the topless photos again, but the numbers are cool. If I weren't such a chicken shit, I would be calling Adam Levine every three minutes trying to arrange a booty call. Or at the very least, get John Mayer's phone number. However, I have difficulties calling Pizza Hut, so Mr. Levine is a no-go, and I don't think I can bribe my mom enough to call on my behalf. Plus, how sad would that be?
Mood: OK. Not good, not bad.. just somewhere in the middle.
Music: Maroon 5- Pure Imagination
My boss had me answer calls from the billing que today. How awesome was that? No "My ASP pages I created in Frontpage won't upload and now my form blah blah blah.." It was like, "Hello, here is my credit card. Purchase me things. Thank you." Ok, so maybe it wasn't THAT simple, but it was still pretty damn spiffy. Every call was either purchasing something or refunding something, which is super easy compared to some of the bizarre calls you get in the general support que. I ended up making a decent amount of money. Yay me.
However, I appear to be missing about 13.5 hours of overtime from my time card. 13 hours X $20.50/hr = money I would like to have, please. So, it would be in Mark's best interest to rectify this situation, or I will be forced to shank him.
Perhaps I need to cut back on my caffeine. Damn you, Matthais. This is all your fault. I'm a flipping addict now. I cannot function without my morning Vanilla Frappucino. Or the 2 Diet Pepsis (Pepsies, Pepsi's..? How do you make that plural? Nothing looks right.) I have afterward... I fidget a great deal now. I NEED THIS MONKEY OFF MY BACK.
Ok, I'm done.
I think I've been in a heinous mood of late and I apologize to all who have felt my wrath. Especially Adan, cause I was really outta line to say pretty much everything I said to you this morning, even if you did think it was oddly amusing. It's pretty much that everything around me has gone to shit, so.. maybe I think everyone else needs to be miserable...? I dunno. Ashley no thinkie. Ashley likes shiny things.
Oh, and how spiffy is this whole Paris-Hilton's-address-book-being-leaked-onto-the-net thing? Of course, I could live without seeing the topless photos again, but the numbers are cool. If I weren't such a chicken shit, I would be calling Adam Levine every three minutes trying to arrange a booty call. Or at the very least, get John Mayer's phone number. However, I have difficulties calling Pizza Hut, so Mr. Levine is a no-go, and I don't think I can bribe my mom enough to call on my behalf. Plus, how sad would that be?
Mood: OK. Not good, not bad.. just somewhere in the middle.
Music: Maroon 5- Pure Imagination