July 23rd, 2005

work, headset, nerf bat, working

Workplace characters

Rev. Nice Super is actually not all that nice. He is when it counts, though.
Cute Geek Super is very cute, which makes up for his lack of a viable geek department.
Quiet Geek Super is as quiet and as geeky as advertised, except in the "I am a trained IT professional" way, not the "I am utterly socially inept" way.

Laser Mom is one of the semi-new phone goons, a woman old enough to have a son in his late teens. She is infamous for a conversation that should have gone like this:
Respondent: "You're a robot!" >click<
Her: >redial< "Yes, I am a robot, and if you don't do the survey, I'll melt your brains with my laser!"

Stressy College Chick has graduated, and owns a pit bull bitch named Coco.

Stressy College Chick and I are both Geminis.
  • Current Music
    light rain outside
phone, cordless phone

Uptraining & other work-related issues

Things are moving and shaking around work lately. I'm
not entirely certain of what-all's going on. It looks
like Animation Acolyte may have been involuntarily
left from the company, alas. The new corporate
structure thingy is evidently requiring that people
have their stats consistently at least semi-decent,
and people who consistently fail to improve have
evidently been getting canned. (I'm not 100% sure on
all of this; this is just workplace gossip, and people
have been leaving.) The Bunny Master has been
departed, alas. (His wife says that he's found a
better job, customer service. Yay customer service!)
We will definitely miss him. (I say as phone goon and
gamer-groupie.)

othercat, as I understand the whole
uptraining thing, the company understands that people
can have not-so-good quarters for their stats, but
figures that when people are told about this and given
the training that they can use to apply to improve
their stats, they improve. I'm not entirely sure what
the criteria are for their termination based on
statistics; for that, inquire at the office. The
office with the lady who handles the stats is the one
closest to the door of the phone floor, rather than
the main office.

Stressy College Chick was talking about the uptraining
thing a bit, and mentioned that where the real
problems are is when someone has a lousy quarter for
stats and then refuses uptraining. That makes it it
look as if they're not making every reasonable effort
to improve what they're doing, so if the person's
stats do not improve, the responsibility for not
improving is ALL on them, versus them going and doing
the uptraining to see if any of these methods will
help improve the stats.

In other news, I get an extra shift on Wednesday.
Clients are coming in to have a listen at how their
surveys are actually being done, and I'm one of the
really, really, really good people on $ISSUE_SIDE_JOB.
I know this, because one of the office ladies came in
yesterday while I was working and practically BEGGED
me to come in for an extra for the client call.

Do I rock? Yes, I would have to say that rocking is
the order of the day. Today? Monitoring. Comic Pirate
Super is in today, see, and that leaves him as
check-in. Thank gods for coffee?
phone, cordless phone

Random things that I cannot say in LJ comments because I'm at work:

sithjawa: Yes, and I use my superior
powers-of-getting-talked-to-by-Fry's-employees for
AWESOME.


tygerr: Picking up enough scraps of
Spanish to understand things like "with cheese",
understand why "just a survey, sir" could be mistaken
for something about beer, and to follow along in text
when someone is speaking Spanish at speed. No geekboys
actually picked up at Fry's as yet -- I have a
Darkside to pay attention to first! <azzgrin>

Stark raving madness is in fact a viable career
choice!


kiarrith: All of us are local, split off
from the original singular tenant at assorted points
of evolution. But since our friend pulled temporary
copies that were not saved, rather than actually
borrowing and returning, or borrowing and saving the
changes over here, we have none of the experience of
looking out through his eyes. We did get XP from
talking with ourselves, though. It was very, very
weird. I did not realize that Marah oozed sex like
that. I also realized that I can tell my own smile
from someone else's when it's on their face. This
means that I probably have reasonably distinctive
physical muscle traits and they transfer with the
personality. I don't think there was any significant
change in any of us based on that particular
experience, because while that was quite enlightening
and warming in the "Wow, I really would like myself if
we met" way, it was insignificant compared to the
other changes going on at the time.
phone, cordless phone

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Charlie & chocolate factory coming right up with meacu1pa. Yay Roald Dahl and Johnny Depp!