My new toon on WoW. I heart her! She is little now, but when she gets bigger she will be awesome!!!
Thursday, October 22, 2009
One more thing
In which I am a total nerd....
My new toon on WoW. I heart her! She is little now, but when she gets bigger she will be awesome!!!
My new toon on WoW. I heart her! She is little now, but when she gets bigger she will be awesome!!!
My grrr face....In writing
In which I don't blog because I don't want to bitch and rant....
Update: Work sucks.
That is all.
Also, I would give you pictures, but camera phones are prohibited. Use of them will result in disciplinary action. What they mean by disciplinary action is termination.
Furthermore, I should take a picture of the DOS based billing program so I can collect unemployment.
P.S. I have applied to three jobs this week hoping to get ANYTHING that generates an income.
Update: Work sucks.
That is all.
Also, I would give you pictures, but camera phones are prohibited. Use of them will result in disciplinary action. What they mean by disciplinary action is termination.
Furthermore, I should take a picture of the DOS based billing program so I can collect unemployment.
P.S. I have applied to three jobs this week hoping to get ANYTHING that generates an income.
Monday, October 5, 2009
Big Girl Panties
In which I do not title this entry until I'm done writing it.
I have been in training for the past three weeks. *yawn* I'm fairly certain my capacity for new information to be retained, reached its' limit by week 2. Awesome. I know. It isn't that it is difficult. It's pretty elementary. What is the issue, you ask? I will gladly tell you, my friends. I. Do. Not. Like. Sales. Not even a little bit. I'm not in sales. However, I am required to upsell. Did you hear me? I'm REQUIRED to upsell on every call. Naturally, I want to rebel. If it were just me, I would have taken the temporary job for $12.75 per hour and eat bologna sandwiches (without the bread) for a few months while I searched for another job. I, however, have offspring and need to provide not only the bologna but also the bread, the mustard, the pickles, the mayonnaise, the soup, the cheese, the juice.... You get the picture. Ugh. I decided to suck it up and do the job until I find something I love again. It's hard to be an adult! Just saying.
I have been in training for the past three weeks. *yawn* I'm fairly certain my capacity for new information to be retained, reached its' limit by week 2. Awesome. I know. It isn't that it is difficult. It's pretty elementary. What is the issue, you ask? I will gladly tell you, my friends. I. Do. Not. Like. Sales. Not even a little bit. I'm not in sales. However, I am required to upsell. Did you hear me? I'm REQUIRED to upsell on every call. Naturally, I want to rebel. If it were just me, I would have taken the temporary job for $12.75 per hour and eat bologna sandwiches (without the bread) for a few months while I searched for another job. I, however, have offspring and need to provide not only the bologna but also the bread, the mustard, the pickles, the mayonnaise, the soup, the cheese, the juice.... You get the picture. Ugh. I decided to suck it up and do the job until I find something I love again. It's hard to be an adult! Just saying.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Failed, failed, failed.
In which I totally blame Google...
I, lost in the rapids on the river of change, forgot to go see Goblinbox at the Biker Rally. I was super excited to be invited to go. Then I read this and was completely bummed I missed a latex pecker! Damn you, Google. I thought I set a reminder. I didn't. Apparently. I still choose to blame Google. It should have known that I meant to save the reminder. It knows when I type monicker what I really meant was moniker, for sobbing out loud! I will give Google another chance because I love him. He only does it when he's drinking.
The New Job
I, lost in the rapids on the river of change, forgot to go see Goblinbox at the Biker Rally. I was super excited to be invited to go. Then I read this and was completely bummed I missed a latex pecker! Damn you, Google. I thought I set a reminder. I didn't. Apparently. I still choose to blame Google. It should have known that I meant to save the reminder. It knows when I type monicker what I really meant was moniker, for sobbing out loud! I will give Google another chance because I love him. He only does it when he's drinking.
The New Job
Thursday, September 10, 2009
*Waves Hello*
In which I have been dying to talk to you.
Where to begin... It's been a while since I posted to the blog. Basically because everything I wanted to say was sort of a secret. But not really a secret. I will explain. I have been driving 90 miles, round trip, on a daily commute for work since March. At first, it wasn't that bad. I had time to myself and could sing at the top of my lungs for forty-five whole minutes. As time ticked by, it became a boring, tedious, frustrating drive that I have come to completely despise. My car broke down a few times. Why? Because it is a P.O.S.
I was between 1-15 minutes late, at least once a week, due to traffic revisions.
I was told on more than one occasion and by more than one individual that "someone is gunning for you" or "you don't know how close you came to getting fired." While it is true that fear may be a motivator for some, it is not for me. It's the opposite. After I had, admittedly, made a mistake in writing the date wrong for start date of my first vacation after 2.4 years, I received a phone call. The tone was rather curt in nature. I was asked if I was coming to work. I responded that I was on vacation. Also, I had talked about it for, literally, months prior, not to mention, everyone else knew too. So, I called the one manager and explained that I had written it down wrong and apologized but I would not be into work that day. Essentially, I called in, which by the way, I have done an extremely rare amount of occasions. That phone call also had a brusque tone. After I over analyzed the two conversations for a couple of days, I decided to be proactive. I applied to a total of two jobs. I'm not an overachiever. I noticed I was getting the silent treatment from one person.
Where to begin... It's been a while since I posted to the blog. Basically because everything I wanted to say was sort of a secret. But not really a secret. I will explain. I have been driving 90 miles, round trip, on a daily commute for work since March. At first, it wasn't that bad. I had time to myself and could sing at the top of my lungs for forty-five whole minutes. As time ticked by, it became a boring, tedious, frustrating drive that I have come to completely despise. My car broke down a few times. Why? Because it is a P.O.S.
I was between 1-15 minutes late, at least once a week, due to traffic revisions.
I was told on more than one occasion and by more than one individual that "someone is gunning for you" or "you don't know how close you came to getting fired." While it is true that fear may be a motivator for some, it is not for me. It's the opposite. After I had, admittedly, made a mistake in writing the date wrong for start date of my first vacation after 2.4 years, I received a phone call. The tone was rather curt in nature. I was asked if I was coming to work. I responded that I was on vacation. Also, I had talked about it for, literally, months prior, not to mention, everyone else knew too. So, I called the one manager and explained that I had written it down wrong and apologized but I would not be into work that day. Essentially, I called in, which by the way, I have done an extremely rare amount of occasions. That phone call also had a brusque tone. After I over analyzed the two conversations for a couple of days, I decided to be proactive. I applied to a total of two jobs. I'm not an overachiever. I noticed I was getting the silent treatment from one person.
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