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I actually went to Wal*Mart this afternoon. It occured to me that if I did some shopping now, in theory I don't HAVE to go anywhere until Monday. So, during the time when I'd usually be having lunch/getting dressed/driving to Melbourne, I was wandering around W*M snagging groceries, leftover Halloween candy, and $3 Faded Glory tank tops, because at that price, I'm not going to pass up a shot at cheap, solid color tanks. *mind boggles* This is weird and wonderful!
So far, knock wood, I'm coping well with The Job, although I did have a brief, panic-stricken episode this afternoon when I had to figure out how the fuck do I transfer?! (Now I know.) My calls come in on my computer, which displays what partner I'm answering for, and I have an amplifier that goes to my headset---NOT headphones, one of those little ear-piece thingies---to mute between calls, at least, IF I can reach it before the next call comes in. They were back-to-back tonight, too. Not too many troublemakers, and a buttload of orders, mostly Trendicrap. (Another one of their "Take 30% of clearance items", which they seem to be running regularly now at the beginning of the month.)
I stayed logged in after my shift, and dealt with a lot of the little details of "housekeeping" that I'd usually skive off---doing requests on orders, follow-ups on previous requests---the kind of thing that doesn't seem like such a chore, under the circs. I mean, looking at a 20+ mile drive, a half-dozen "little things" become "a monumental pain in the ass and I just want to go home!" Here, it's a fifteen or twenty minute task, and granted, I don't get paid for it, but if I want to, I can go get a chilled beverage and wander around for a few minutes, don't have to lock and unlock the computer (which is a freaking nuisance!) or trek halfway across the former-department-store-sized building to take a leak. It doesn't delay my homecoming, because I'm already home.
Life is good!
So far, knock wood, I'm coping well with The Job, although I did have a brief, panic-stricken episode this afternoon when I had to figure out how the fuck do I transfer?! (Now I know.) My calls come in on my computer, which displays what partner I'm answering for, and I have an amplifier that goes to my headset---NOT headphones, one of those little ear-piece thingies---to mute between calls, at least, IF I can reach it before the next call comes in. They were back-to-back tonight, too. Not too many troublemakers, and a buttload of orders, mostly Trendicrap. (Another one of their "Take 30% of clearance items", which they seem to be running regularly now at the beginning of the month.)
I stayed logged in after my shift, and dealt with a lot of the little details of "housekeeping" that I'd usually skive off---doing requests on orders, follow-ups on previous requests---the kind of thing that doesn't seem like such a chore, under the circs. I mean, looking at a 20+ mile drive, a half-dozen "little things" become "a monumental pain in the ass and I just want to go home!" Here, it's a fifteen or twenty minute task, and granted, I don't get paid for it, but if I want to, I can go get a chilled beverage and wander around for a few minutes, don't have to lock and unlock the computer (which is a freaking nuisance!) or trek halfway across the former-department-store-sized building to take a leak. It doesn't delay my homecoming, because I'm already home.
Life is good!
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