2003-09-15
@ 9:01 p.m. I work as a switchboard operator at a credit union and some of the callers are really rude. I think they would rather talk to a machine than me. When someone hears me, a live voice, answer the phone, he/she expects me to be the one to answer his/her questions. And I'm the damn switchboard operator, so I have to interrupt the customer while he/she's in mid-complaint and say "let me transfer you to a representative". And then they get all huffy like it's my fucking fault. The customers who are even more assholish are the ones who call and ask me to transfer them to a certain persons extension. Then that person will get the voice mail of the person and call and yell at me as if I'm responsible for the bank manager of Hoquiuam being away from his/her desk. People need to get a grip when they call customer service lines. Just get a fucking grip on yourself and your attititude. I've learned I have to be extra super nice to anyone who's answering the phone when I'm calling. I'm still obsessed with Queer As Folk. I have one more episode on the second tape to watch. I don't even really know why I love this show so much. It's unrealistic and the characters only seem to care about getting laid. I think it's all scantily clad men if you ask me. I thought about this damn show all day at work today. So much so that I had to type a synopsis of the first four episodes in my livejournal. I don't know why it just came out. I'm doing good without weed, trying to focus on my paper this week. We'll see how that goes though. I just wish I could find a happy medium between being a loser and perfection. Why can't I smoke pot sometimes, not spend all my money and get shit done? It's really fucking weird. I'm going to get in the shower now and watch Paradise Hotel with Benny. And then the season finale of Road Rules comes on. HOORAY! Older Entries |