February 11th, 2006

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Confirmed: there is life outside my apartment. Had been doubting this for some time. Also my nemesis a truck the s
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The taste of red bull resembles that of a boozy cherry gone dreadfully wrong. That or some other fruit abomination.
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Work plans a 6:30 shift. Talked to Darkside on break. Very brief conversation. Major geeking. Will try calling after work
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One man bald nudity crusade has irked me to the point where I sing violent little songs about him.
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Moments from today:

"My babysitter's running low. ...Late."

Strawberry blonde! Now made with real strawberries!


The guy who called up, called us fucking sons of bitches, et cetera, and then called us from a cellphone and whistled at us. Rev. Not-So-Nice Super eventually answered the phone on him. (He's infamous for answering the phone. We don't let him do it often.)

Someone insane called up wanting to know if we had an internet connection. Rev. Not-So-Nice Super said yes. The someone wanted to know how fast it was. Rev. Not-So-Nice-Super wasn't able to answer the question, and "put them on hold" ... complete with humming and bopping some "hold music" through his fist into the microphone. By the time he was about to "transfer" to Comic Pirate Super, who was going to take the call, the dude had hung up.


"My computer locked up!"
"What did you do to the computer this time?"
"IT'S THE COMPUTER'S FAULT! IT CAN'T EVEN SPELL!"

"What part of 'find a booth in Area 2' did you not understand?"
"I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO READ ALL THAT SPAM!!"
"Job-related paperwork being put on your desk is not spam."
"I DIDN'T ASK TO GET IT! IT'S SPAM!!!!"


(in short? Must. Control. Fist. Of. Death.)
Calling Darkside after work never looked like such a good option. A minute and a half with him at the end of lunch break. So good.
  • Current Location
    work
work, headset, nerf bat, working

Other things about work today:

Came in what I thought was on time, which proved to be early, which proved to be late. Saturday is a half-hour-after day. Base shift start time 8:30. Supervisor shift start time is one hour earlier. Slow hours shift start time 9:30, with supervisors in at 8:30. I was in at 8 today, which sounded like reasonable, except!

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The outsource data collection company doing a survey that belonged to Limbo, Inc. was moving call centers. To avoid data hiccups, the local branch of the conglomeration of phone goons agreed to take it on over the two day period of swapover, at which point we'd return it wrapped in ribbons. This is a rather large job, a good 20 people or more a day. We don't currently have that kind of phone goon power to spare very much. We'd been having 5 to 6 hour shifts last I was in. I came in this morning to the phone center running under full sail and undermanned, given that the swapover was taking about five days longer than they said it would...

Oy? Vey?

Saw some familiar faces I'd thought I wouldn't see again. There's the Hyper Phone Goon who often enough sits next to the Figment on $OTHER_SIDE_JOB, and a tiny, cheerful, and perpetually late woman from $ISSUE_SIDE_JOB. Old familiar faces. Maybe back to stay.

I'd been thinking maybe I could sneak home with a headache sometime around noonish. Instead, 11.25 hours. OMG tired.
  • Current Music
    "...and you won't a-come a-back." (in my head)