Faded
In front of you,
an image there.
Near to you,
with faults her own
yet, like the air
you just see past
Standing before you,
she's shattered glass.
What restrains you of
that moment’s memory
part of the past,
A hiccup on the map.
Juvenile games
quickly sliced
your fragile mind.
And in those moments
you hold so high
she’ll wait no longer
as time slips by.
Guilted by stained decisions,
no longer with,
she's dreams envisioned.
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In other news, I'm dealing with work.
The end.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
The Point of this story....
I think to be able to clearly illustrate the type of crap I go through every day I should leave you all with a story.
The company I work for sells Dish Network. On it they have a package called..BabyFirstTV. Below is the same information I saw on it as I heard a story...
BabyFirstTV is the nation’s first and only channel for babies and toddlers.
* Enriching, delightful content for children 6 months to 3 years
* Commercial-free, 24-hour programming
* On-screen, interactive subtitles to help parents foster baby’s development
* Supported by child development experts
* All this for only $4.99/mo. That’s less than the price of a single baby DVD!
The story is as follows (Straight from the trainers mouth):
"My daughter is a professional flutist and only babysits for two people now. One are the Jones* (names changed to protect the innocent) and she babysits them because we've known them for quite some time, Barbara* is my financial adviser. The other family is the Wycoffs, she babysits for them because we've know them for a while too and they're having marital problems so my daughter watches them their children while they go to marriage counseling. Those are the only people she babysits for. The point is that BabyFirstTV is a very popular package choice for people with families."
Can anyone point out the relevancy of that story? And furthermore, the 20-30 seconds that it took for you to read it, took 5 minutes to tell....
Ladies and Gentlemen, that is 5 minutes of my life I cannot give back.
The point of this story is, I like ice cream.
The company I work for sells Dish Network. On it they have a package called..BabyFirstTV. Below is the same information I saw on it as I heard a story...
BabyFirstTV is the nation’s first and only channel for babies and toddlers.
* Enriching, delightful content for children 6 months to 3 years
* Commercial-free, 24-hour programming
* On-screen, interactive subtitles to help parents foster baby’s development
* Supported by child development experts
* All this for only $4.99/mo. That’s less than the price of a single baby DVD!
The story is as follows (Straight from the trainers mouth):
"My daughter is a professional flutist and only babysits for two people now. One are the Jones* (names changed to protect the innocent) and she babysits them because we've known them for quite some time, Barbara* is my financial adviser. The other family is the Wycoffs, she babysits for them because we've know them for a while too and they're having marital problems so my daughter watches them their children while they go to marriage counseling. Those are the only people she babysits for. The point is that BabyFirstTV is a very popular package choice for people with families."
Can anyone point out the relevancy of that story? And furthermore, the 20-30 seconds that it took for you to read it, took 5 minutes to tell....
Ladies and Gentlemen, that is 5 minutes of my life I cannot give back.
The point of this story is, I like ice cream.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
The Sega Continues....
Work sucked just as much as yesterday.
Am convinced that Eeyore/Mr. Magoo may in fact be mentally retarded.
My ass went numb on several occasions and wearing my sexy "Slut Boots" which stunt doubles as professional wear when paired with a black skirt because it then becomes Tres Chic (put the lil squiggle above chic with your eyes so so it makes it pronounced She-eek!) Anyway, I think because I wore said boots I developed a cramp in my upper calf and now it hurts to walk.
I'm getting this Quasimodo vibe from myself.
I'm also convinced that my Trainer is president and founder of his own Fan club. As Jeremy suggested, I'm contemplating getting him a button with his own picture on it so he can wear it.
Lame.
Am convinced that Eeyore/Mr. Magoo may in fact be mentally retarded.
My ass went numb on several occasions and wearing my sexy "Slut Boots" which stunt doubles as professional wear when paired with a black skirt because it then becomes Tres Chic (put the lil squiggle above chic with your eyes so so it makes it pronounced She-eek!) Anyway, I think because I wore said boots I developed a cramp in my upper calf and now it hurts to walk.
I'm getting this Quasimodo vibe from myself.
I'm also convinced that my Trainer is president and founder of his own Fan club. As Jeremy suggested, I'm contemplating getting him a button with his own picture on it so he can wear it.
Lame.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Holy Fuck, what did I just sign up for...
Always the one to be pessimistically upbeat.. is that even possible? Sure is. I can say “I”m so SCREWED!” with a smile and an chirpy tone. And that is what makes me pessimistically upbeat. Because I know that when I take it in the ass from this company, its going to hurt, and they aren’t going to use lube. And I’ll be left feeling like a cheap date where they flop their corporate dick out and throw a twenty at me.
Yea. Thanks.
I started my first day at work today. On one hands I feel lucky to even have a job. With the crashing economy and the fight to stay afloat its getting harder for Americans to stay afloat.
On the other hand, in all of my 5-6 years of working in a call center environment, I have never once had a company completely turn me off within the first day. Usually I become pumped and excited about working for the company like they are offering me a chance of a life time.
This is not one of those times.
Strike One - The trainer repeats himself a lot. I know you may be thinking, sometimes the material has to be repeated so that people who are slower catch on. No, this repetition has NOTHING to do with classroom material. If I have to hear about how he doesn’t like sports because “they took away all his toys.” First of all, who are they, second of all... No on cares. You suck. Shut up. Ego is always appreciated and allowed in small doses. Please do not suffocate us with your pompous bullshit.
Strike Two - He talks too much. Not like “wow this guy can talk.” More like “oh god, my brain is about to hemorrhage if he doesn’t shut up, please stop it hurts...” and then he doesn’t. I have ADD, but I can generally tame my shit with something shiny or sweet. (Yay Charms Blow Pops!) He makes it hard for even the most focused person to pay attention.
Strike Three - We are not your therapist, you are not paying is thousands of dollars to listen to you reminisce about your World War II days. I don’t care that you’re from Brooklyn, I don’t care that you married a “Jersey Girl.” I don’t care who recently passed in your family and I don’t care what your kids do. I don’t care about your mental anguish, I’m here to learn the material and make some money. Fucking get on with it already!
Its not even just the trainer, the company itself has nothing about it that screams “WORK FOR THIS COMPANY!” I’m mildly pissed off that instead of finding a bigger location, they’re downsizing the working areas. First of all, when I was in the center for my interview the place looked like the sweatshop of call centers. I”m used to the cubical look. However, this place had enough space for each person to just barely put their elbows out 3 inches from their sides. And they are reducing the space to add more places for reps to work because they are multiplying.
On a good note, it has been a place for me to catch up on my people watching skills. Dear god, I never knew that black guys and Mr. Magoo-looking-white guys are the biggest whiny bitches I have EVER... I mean EVER dealt with.
We’re currently having training at a hotel as you’ll never guess it, but the training room at the center, is too small to house the 32 some-odd employees that they hired. The hotel lobby as one bathroom, so heaven forbid you have to WAIT for someone to use the restroom. I’m standing against the wall waiting patiently for the restroom when Mr. Magoo, who, by the way sounds like Eeyore. Comes up and huffs, “Oh this is just ridiculous!” paces in about a 3 square foot area for about 3 seconds, then storms off. Then, a rather large black fellow who I have already previously judge as “The Big Guy who can’t dress himself with the homely-looking girlfriend who doesn’t realize that the slit in her skirt is supposed to be in the back,” Does a similar thing. I chalk it up to one more thing that I dislike about both of these guys. Patience. Get some.
When I get back to training after the break, Mr. Ego (The Trainer) starts apologizing profusely because Hampton Inn is not providing them with more than one bathroom and apparently that's just ridiculous. Is it? I’m curious to know how many times they hold large conferences of people who seem to have been picked from the streets of Harlem.
And on that note, the Breakfast is for guest of the hotel. Not because you are hungry and don’t want to go get your own food or bring it in. I saw this one guy, We’ll call him “Fucktard” as I have not other name to provide him because it makes my eye twitch just thinking about him. He also cannot dress himself and when our first break rolls around I watch him snarf down enough food to feed an African Village. About this time, I watch as 2-3 hotel representative swoop in and start clearing the food area like their life depends on it, stating to myself and a friend who are standing near by discussing which is worse, a bullet to the foot or this training class; “Breakfast is closed.” and I think, well that's just swell - might want to tell that to the Village people who just snatched that up like it up like it was a k-mart special.
Having not been raised by a pack of wolfs I can clearly see how the Continental breakfast was set out for hotel guest that paid the 100-200.00 to stay the night. Not the group of people who seem to have not eaten for the past 12 days.
In a way, I should feel bad, because these are hard times my friends and many of these people may not have had a job in a while. Perhaps they are low on food and this job is a godsend. But, I’m pretty sure that's no excuse for the barbaric and rude behavior. And I think I saw the Fucktard manage to mash a muffin into his pocket. Oh good, he's saving it for later.
I was so excited to have gotten a job and I wanted that feeling to continue but I can’t seem to muster up the courage to walk back into that place and smile, ready to have more bullshit spooned into my mouth. Because frankly, this job taste like stale cereal with rotted milk.
I guess I was just spoiled by a company that actually cared about its employees.
Ugh, I have to repeat this tomorrow!
Yea. Thanks.
I started my first day at work today. On one hands I feel lucky to even have a job. With the crashing economy and the fight to stay afloat its getting harder for Americans to stay afloat.
On the other hand, in all of my 5-6 years of working in a call center environment, I have never once had a company completely turn me off within the first day. Usually I become pumped and excited about working for the company like they are offering me a chance of a life time.
This is not one of those times.
Strike One - The trainer repeats himself a lot. I know you may be thinking, sometimes the material has to be repeated so that people who are slower catch on. No, this repetition has NOTHING to do with classroom material. If I have to hear about how he doesn’t like sports because “they took away all his toys.” First of all, who are they, second of all... No on cares. You suck. Shut up. Ego is always appreciated and allowed in small doses. Please do not suffocate us with your pompous bullshit.
Strike Two - He talks too much. Not like “wow this guy can talk.” More like “oh god, my brain is about to hemorrhage if he doesn’t shut up, please stop it hurts...” and then he doesn’t. I have ADD, but I can generally tame my shit with something shiny or sweet. (Yay Charms Blow Pops!) He makes it hard for even the most focused person to pay attention.
Strike Three - We are not your therapist, you are not paying is thousands of dollars to listen to you reminisce about your World War II days. I don’t care that you’re from Brooklyn, I don’t care that you married a “Jersey Girl.” I don’t care who recently passed in your family and I don’t care what your kids do. I don’t care about your mental anguish, I’m here to learn the material and make some money. Fucking get on with it already!
Its not even just the trainer, the company itself has nothing about it that screams “WORK FOR THIS COMPANY!” I’m mildly pissed off that instead of finding a bigger location, they’re downsizing the working areas. First of all, when I was in the center for my interview the place looked like the sweatshop of call centers. I”m used to the cubical look. However, this place had enough space for each person to just barely put their elbows out 3 inches from their sides. And they are reducing the space to add more places for reps to work because they are multiplying.
On a good note, it has been a place for me to catch up on my people watching skills. Dear god, I never knew that black guys and Mr. Magoo-looking-white guys are the biggest whiny bitches I have EVER... I mean EVER dealt with.
We’re currently having training at a hotel as you’ll never guess it, but the training room at the center, is too small to house the 32 some-odd employees that they hired. The hotel lobby as one bathroom, so heaven forbid you have to WAIT for someone to use the restroom. I’m standing against the wall waiting patiently for the restroom when Mr. Magoo, who, by the way sounds like Eeyore. Comes up and huffs, “Oh this is just ridiculous!” paces in about a 3 square foot area for about 3 seconds, then storms off. Then, a rather large black fellow who I have already previously judge as “The Big Guy who can’t dress himself with the homely-looking girlfriend who doesn’t realize that the slit in her skirt is supposed to be in the back,” Does a similar thing. I chalk it up to one more thing that I dislike about both of these guys. Patience. Get some.
When I get back to training after the break, Mr. Ego (The Trainer) starts apologizing profusely because Hampton Inn is not providing them with more than one bathroom and apparently that's just ridiculous. Is it? I’m curious to know how many times they hold large conferences of people who seem to have been picked from the streets of Harlem.
And on that note, the Breakfast is for guest of the hotel. Not because you are hungry and don’t want to go get your own food or bring it in. I saw this one guy, We’ll call him “Fucktard” as I have not other name to provide him because it makes my eye twitch just thinking about him. He also cannot dress himself and when our first break rolls around I watch him snarf down enough food to feed an African Village. About this time, I watch as 2-3 hotel representative swoop in and start clearing the food area like their life depends on it, stating to myself and a friend who are standing near by discussing which is worse, a bullet to the foot or this training class; “Breakfast is closed.” and I think, well that's just swell - might want to tell that to the Village people who just snatched that up like it up like it was a k-mart special.
Having not been raised by a pack of wolfs I can clearly see how the Continental breakfast was set out for hotel guest that paid the 100-200.00 to stay the night. Not the group of people who seem to have not eaten for the past 12 days.
In a way, I should feel bad, because these are hard times my friends and many of these people may not have had a job in a while. Perhaps they are low on food and this job is a godsend. But, I’m pretty sure that's no excuse for the barbaric and rude behavior. And I think I saw the Fucktard manage to mash a muffin into his pocket. Oh good, he's saving it for later.
I was so excited to have gotten a job and I wanted that feeling to continue but I can’t seem to muster up the courage to walk back into that place and smile, ready to have more bullshit spooned into my mouth. Because frankly, this job taste like stale cereal with rotted milk.
I guess I was just spoiled by a company that actually cared about its employees.
Ugh, I have to repeat this tomorrow!
Sunday, October 05, 2008
I was Born to Fly
I guess I should have an update of what’s going on (if anyones really keeping track.)
I’ve landed a job that I start Oct. 13th it’ll be a night job anywhere from 12PM-8PM, 2-10PM, or 4PM-12AM... Depends on what they give me. I’m really open for any of those schedules. The best part is its not too far from where I’m at, 25 minute drive tops (with traffic.) And it pays 12/hour - which isn’t that much out in jersey however since its a sales job and the sales are almost guaranteed, It will probably come out to 15+/hour. Roughly. We shall see. Its a call center too... and inbound calls, not outbound.
Things are falling into place here and I’m really excited about that. I’m going to a backstreet boys concert on Oct. 31st (Halloween) by myself, and I am okay with this... I think.
Things are good. I’m happy... which is rare.
So YAY!
I’ve landed a job that I start Oct. 13th it’ll be a night job anywhere from 12PM-8PM, 2-10PM, or 4PM-12AM... Depends on what they give me. I’m really open for any of those schedules. The best part is its not too far from where I’m at, 25 minute drive tops (with traffic.) And it pays 12/hour - which isn’t that much out in jersey however since its a sales job and the sales are almost guaranteed, It will probably come out to 15+/hour. Roughly. We shall see. Its a call center too... and inbound calls, not outbound.
Things are falling into place here and I’m really excited about that. I’m going to a backstreet boys concert on Oct. 31st (Halloween) by myself, and I am okay with this... I think.
Things are good. I’m happy... which is rare.
So YAY!
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