2ND ENTRY - Blonde Bosses
In the few short hours of which my livejournal started, it has occured to me that this system is actually a very useful tool. Besides ranting, I think that my live journal can be used as a base for discussions about world events, and to perpetuate my thoughts on them. Being a fan of debatable conspiracy theories, I believe all of you, and I, will both enjoy reading up on the topics which I will post here for discussion. Of course, I hope some very humurous responses will spawn from these topics.
So lets begin. Two weeks after graduating from Park View Education Center, I moved to Ottawa (Ontario) to escape the grasp of Lunenburg County (Nova Scotia) culture. I'm sure that most people who read this have at least an idea of what I'm doing up here, but if not, just ask and I'll fill in all the details.
Since I've been up here, I've had three jobs. First of which was a telemarketing call-center. My job was to call residences of State of Oregon, and inform them about long distance saving plans, and persuade them to purchase such plans. As you might expect, this became very repetative, very quickly, and because American's are constantly bothered with telemarketers, one would assume that a call-center representative would have to deal with numerous irate customers.
Work the numbers; a call center with 200 employees calling a database of 150 thousand customers, each call center rep. is averaging about 150 calls in a four hour shift. Thus, these customers are usually called back every 3-4 days and asked the same routine. So, this continues for a week, and suddenly you have an irate customer. When I began working there, the database had become one of irate customers, so call after call I would be engaged in a battle with angry Americans telling me to die and burn. So after one month of working part-time, I quit.
My second tour of duty was Tim Hortons. This job I actually enjoyed, as I was always working fast, and constantly trying to perform coffee pouring acrobatics (IE: flipping cups, spinning coffee pots, etc... / Great Movie: Cocktail - Tom Cruise, performing bartending feats in a typical plot of romance, mistakes, and second-chances). This job lasted for a almost 2.5 months, however having to stand on a concrete floor for 8 hours a day began to cause serious damage to my knees and feet. Setting: the Tim Hortons I worked at was in the same building as Wendys, as Wendys is now the parent company of Tim Hortons.
Everyday, I would go over to Wendys and get ice from the large ice machine. And I began to notice that my knees and feet would always feel better over there. The reason was because Wendys builds padding directly into the floor, so the employees are always walking on a cushion, however they recieved 1 dollar less in wage. Discovering this angered me to the point where I quit the next day (also my supervisor was a very miserable person who felt it necessary to make the employees miserable as well). One dollar less for comfort, one dollar more for pain. 2+2 = 5???
The third job I had was working at the second largest Taxi company in Ottawa as a call-taker. I would take addresses and pass them on to the dispatchers. This job lasted nearly four months. Everyone else who worked there smoked, always hated coming to work, and made the job more stressfull than it really was. I was fired from this job. (If you want to hear more about this experience just tell me, as I feel I should conclude this post.)
All three of these jobs had managers who were tall, somewhat overwieght, blondes who wore excess make-up, and wore leather jackets as you might see on a typical motorcyclist. This is where I ask the question: Tell me about your worst jobs, and tell me who was managing the business. From my limited experience in the working world, I have a theory that the majority of bad jobs are managed by big/bulky/blondes. I want to know if this is, on average true, or false.
I look forward to reading your replies.
SPEAR
So lets begin. Two weeks after graduating from Park View Education Center, I moved to Ottawa (Ontario) to escape the grasp of Lunenburg County (Nova Scotia) culture. I'm sure that most people who read this have at least an idea of what I'm doing up here, but if not, just ask and I'll fill in all the details.
Since I've been up here, I've had three jobs. First of which was a telemarketing call-center. My job was to call residences of State of Oregon, and inform them about long distance saving plans, and persuade them to purchase such plans. As you might expect, this became very repetative, very quickly, and because American's are constantly bothered with telemarketers, one would assume that a call-center representative would have to deal with numerous irate customers.
Work the numbers; a call center with 200 employees calling a database of 150 thousand customers, each call center rep. is averaging about 150 calls in a four hour shift. Thus, these customers are usually called back every 3-4 days and asked the same routine. So, this continues for a week, and suddenly you have an irate customer. When I began working there, the database had become one of irate customers, so call after call I would be engaged in a battle with angry Americans telling me to die and burn. So after one month of working part-time, I quit.
My second tour of duty was Tim Hortons. This job I actually enjoyed, as I was always working fast, and constantly trying to perform coffee pouring acrobatics (IE: flipping cups, spinning coffee pots, etc... / Great Movie: Cocktail - Tom Cruise, performing bartending feats in a typical plot of romance, mistakes, and second-chances). This job lasted for a almost 2.5 months, however having to stand on a concrete floor for 8 hours a day began to cause serious damage to my knees and feet. Setting: the Tim Hortons I worked at was in the same building as Wendys, as Wendys is now the parent company of Tim Hortons.
Everyday, I would go over to Wendys and get ice from the large ice machine. And I began to notice that my knees and feet would always feel better over there. The reason was because Wendys builds padding directly into the floor, so the employees are always walking on a cushion, however they recieved 1 dollar less in wage. Discovering this angered me to the point where I quit the next day (also my supervisor was a very miserable person who felt it necessary to make the employees miserable as well). One dollar less for comfort, one dollar more for pain. 2+2 = 5???
The third job I had was working at the second largest Taxi company in Ottawa as a call-taker. I would take addresses and pass them on to the dispatchers. This job lasted nearly four months. Everyone else who worked there smoked, always hated coming to work, and made the job more stressfull than it really was. I was fired from this job. (If you want to hear more about this experience just tell me, as I feel I should conclude this post.)
All three of these jobs had managers who were tall, somewhat overwieght, blondes who wore excess make-up, and wore leather jackets as you might see on a typical motorcyclist. This is where I ask the question: Tell me about your worst jobs, and tell me who was managing the business. From my limited experience in the working world, I have a theory that the majority of bad jobs are managed by big/bulky/blondes. I want to know if this is, on average true, or false.
I look forward to reading your replies.
SPEAR