End-of-Telemarketing Countdown (8)
Okay. So I have decided to officially end my telemarketing career (please God let that be true...) as of the 15th of April which is also my cat Miss Pepper's birthday. A day of mucho celebration. I will leave for Ontario on April 24th.
I feel very weird about it. On the one hand, I am really glad to be getting away. Ontario will at least be a pleasant change, and hopefully I will make friends. If it's awful, well it's only 3 months and at least it isn't telemarketing. But I feel... I don't know. You know how, before you go on a trip, you clean the house so nothing will rot while you're away, and so that you come home to a half decent looking home? Well, I feel like I'm not doing that. I feel like my strategy is to chuck it all under the bed, and hope it mutates into something more pleasant while I'm gone. Like when I come back suddenly the city won't feel so constricting, and my apartment will be clean and smell nice, and I'll suddenly be hired for jobs that I wasn't hired for this year (despite many applications) and I will feel like life is new and exciting and things again.
There's always hope!
On the bright side, "Dick", the big boss at my call centre, has come in from Florida to manage us while our manager is getting operated on for her hernia. He is a very nice elderly man and he brings us crackers and fruit, and holds hour long training sessions, thus saving me like 20 calls a day. Plus it's kind of like getitng to meet Charlie from Charlie's Angels. The voice has a face!
So my last couple of weeks should be too too bad *knock wood*
On the dimmer side of things, my Aunt Helen, who has got to be over 70, broke her hip today. They've moved her to the hospital in Halifax instead of the Truro Hospital, which has me more than a little concerned. I might get to visit her tomorrow.