July 31st, 2004

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Work: I do a good job, plus politics, and random work gossip.

They put me on the phones today, which was just as well. I was zonked. I got three interviews in 5.5 hours of working time (we were aiming for one interview every 2.5 hours, so I got above planned production, which makes me happy) on the difficult interview -- not only does someone have to want to do the survey, but they have to fit the correct product use profile and have used the product in the past week. (When they have to fit the correct demographic profile as well as fit the correct product use profile and have recently used the product AND agree to do the survey in the first place, it's nearly impossible to get any surveys.)

I wound up spending lunch break chatting with Figment. He's geek with the same general habits of same as Darkside. I find it still reasonably cute but not half as adorable, and I am certain that some of the things that make me grin when it's Darkside could get to irritate me if it were someone who hadn't all that history/trust with me.

Figment reminds everyone who was planning to vote for Bush: why vote for the lesser of two evils? Maybe this year Cthulu will win the write-in vote. We discussed Republicans for Voldemort, A Vote for Palpatine is a Vote for Order, and the little CNN microphone error at the Democratic National Convention Collapse )Hee, hee, hee. Evidently Figment has been added to my relatively short list of people who I can discuss political pratfalls with (without getting into dangerous political waters).

Evidently the supervisor who I've been privately calling "Nice Super" is a fellow minister. I learned this when the guy sitting across from me was teasing him a bit about it. Naughty Monitor (the other new trainee monitor, one of the very few male monitors) was sitting in my area too, and he was having a rousing conversation with some random chick about going out and partying. This, fortunately, was when none of us were getting any numbers. so we were all sitting there bored and they weren't disrupting anyone. I still need to listen to the CD that Naughty Monitor gave me.

I've found that monitoring has honed my phone skills even finer. I'm catching myself now on little things that I'd comment on and maybe give points off for when monitoring other people. The lead monitors say that we got picked to be monitors because we do a very very good job out on the phones. The one lead monitor who did my theoretical three month review (more like four month...) told me that she didn't have to worry when she monitored me, because I always did an excellent job. <azzgrin> I'm probably getting scarily good at this job, and there's always room for improvement.

It really does intimidate me that I'm strongly considering making a career in this company. It looks to be a good solid stable company, and has been around a good long time (though they have changed their name at least three times). I definitely need to make with the "AAAAAAIIIIIGH!" to Darkside over that again, because I didn't screech enough the first time. The thought of me in Corporate America is a very scary one, both to me and to them.
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Monitored today. Evidently I may be a weekend monitor? Something like that.

I seem to have been plopped down back on the proper side of the devisive issue. I'm glad I monitored the small jobs first, because by the time I was halfway through the medium-sized job, it was shutting down. So Daisy and I were the only ones working who could monitor $ISSUE_SIDE_JOB, and so we did. At length.

I wound up pulling 4.5 monitor reports an hour, despite the obnoxious incident with the half-hour where I got only one monitor report done because someone was out of his booth for ten entire minutes.

It's fun to chat about the stuff that's happening with/to the person you're monitoring to other monitors. "Ooops, he just called the police station..." If it's funny when you're the one on the phones, imagine what it must be like for onlookers...

We worked later than the usual monitor fun. Everyone else had not had anything to do since 1 pm, so when the $ISSUE_SIDE_JOB got out just before four, the entire place was nearly cleaned. I made sure that the other girl had taken care of the pencils and the memos, and I went and did the cups, but that was damn near it.

So. Good day at work, except for the part where the dialer crashed (but everyone went on break so it was OK (except they didn't tell the monitors this, no, we had to figure it out for ourselves)) and the part where I nearly fell asleep, and the part where it was over a hundred degrees F while I was walking home.
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trust, best friends forever, snot-nosed brats

Lunatic vs. Maniac

Called my blonder half. Chatted. His mother and aunt were hanging pictures. He was hiding. We wound up talking about lots of stuff. Mostly, he's there and listens while I talk about things I can't talk about half so freely with other people. Conversely, it's more of a stretch to tell him, because sometimes it doesn't matter if I tell people who aren't as close about the things that are important to me, but when I tell him, it's crucial and it's intimate and it really makes me think about how much he could hurt me if he wanted to. Like Frances learned, a good friend is not the sort that you have to be careful with, and I don't have to be careful with him, and it blows my mind that I don't have to. I am courteous of him, but I don't have to shrink back in self-protection, and I don't have to pretend that things mean less to me than I do...

Work. His hideout. .ASP errors. Miniatures. Superhero games, and ineptitude. I think his bookshelf is cute. He was called (hauled) out of his room to steady a ladder or something. The Dragon Ladies broke things. My work. His work. My potential career. An hour, all told. Lots of silence, without the "And is that all?" that sometimes happens. The Dragon Ladies invaded his room to decorate. He got off the phone and fled to hide, or guard his fragile possessions...
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Housewife&#39;s Lament

Room Cleaning: bed rearrangement, and minor head injury

I got a bug in my brain and decided that the Room must be Cleaned -- namely, I was getting rid of the mattresses that kept slipping and making my bed less comfortable, though nice and soft. The Little Fayoumis came in at about that time, sticking pencils in my mouth when I said "Aaahh" for him, curling up on my beanbag chair, wanting me to throw pillows at him. So I cleared off the bed and wound up extracting the problematical mattresses, and dragged them (well, the one; the other one marxdarx dragged out there) out to the recycle area.

This was the catalyst for me moving the bookshelf that was by the computer over to the other side of the room, and moving the little table from there to where the bookshelf was. Somehow, the combination of stuff being moved added up to a little more room here and there, though that'll probably get cluttered up fairly quickly.

The Little Fayoumis decided to play with the former couch cushions that have from time to time been integral parts of the Lunatic's bed structure. There was much jumping around, and some random Fayoumis/Lunatic bonding. He wants to have a bed in my room. Evidently my room is the coolest place in the world. (How did I get to be the cool aunt?) He was making faces/muscles at himself in the mirror, then adopted the cushions for playing Hot Lava outside. I rearranged the bed appropriately. He brought the cushions back in as I was moving the bookshelf. He stacked the cushions in a fortress to support his leaping up with the pulse rifle shaped cushion (we had a brief spelling lesson); I commented that this was probably more fun than the PlayStation (from which he is currently grounded).

He stacked the cushions up again in a fortification at the door, and waited to knock them over on some unsuspecting passing grown-up. No grown-ups obliged, so he knocked them over anyway.

Disaster struck in the form of a tackle from marxdarx that wound up being poorly aimed; the Little Fayoumis wound up forehead-first on the only sharp/poky thing around: the blunt end of the nail that was trying to keep the LAN cat-5 from flying off the wall as it is wont to do. There were tears, and there was howling, and there was comforting, and there was immediate removal of the nail from the wall. The Little Fayoumis was set up on the big lower bunk in the west bedroom, and he was partially calmed down.

I wandered in and told the story of FatherSir versus the waffle-headed hammer. That got giggles (at the expense of FatherSir's poor dented head), especially at the part where FatherSir yelled very loud, and then yelled things that even grown-ups should not say. And then I told other old stories: FatherSir and the chainsawed knee, Calico and the cornbread, Aurora at the Solstice party, and then I improvised on the story of the man, the dragon, and the lady, complete with avalanche. And then it was most definitely bedtime. The Little Fayoumis went up to his bunk, and almost started crying again, but I mentioned FatherSir's poor dented head, and the Little Fayoumis cackled and grinned (sadist) and settled in to sleep.
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