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vanillafluffyI noticed that the crowds in the call center have thinned appreciably this week. It's no longer impossible to get a seat, for one thing. That, and there are only like, 5-6 people in our section after 9 PM or so. My manager says Christmas is make-or-break for a lot of people, and one of the chicks on help desk says they've already cut a bunch of people. It looks like I'm hanging in there!
All I have to do is make it through my shift Saturday and I've nailed the bonus for sure. Then I'm just hoping they need people for second shift. Really, I like it there. The general level of ass-hattery among the clientele is nothing compared to my previous position---not to mention among my co-workers, the dress code is infinitely more relaxed, the shopping is a perk, not to mention the money.
Today I did something I promised myself I'd do before I even started (as soon as I found out where they were located)---I left the house a couple hours early (I had errands to run), and took myself to lunch at Bennigan's, which is, like, two blocks from the call center. Had soup and salad and a Reuben and exercised restraint and *didn't* have dessert.
It was rather interesting, because I was back-to-back with a couple of women, and I got an earful. The primary speaker was a woman who was maybe a few years older than me, and her companion, guesstimate late 20s/early 30s. They were already seated when I arrived, and Ms. 50-ish was telling the other one about her son's death in '97, and her treatment with anti-depressants and more family medical history than I *ever* needed to know. Being a snoopy writer who will take grist where she can get it, I listened avidly anyway. Alas, we both finished at roughly the same time, and I didn't get to hear about her dirty divorce---she found her husband cheating on her with one of her friends.
Stopped by the big baby blue boomermobile---it isn't a Merc, it's a Ford Mainline. I know damn well I haven't a prayer of being able to afford it, but at least I know what it is. Also today, on the way in, I saw---on the same stretch of road as the Packard---a big copper-colored roadster, pre-WWII with running boards and snare-drum headlights. Pardon me while I have a cargasm....
All I have to do is make it through my shift Saturday and I've nailed the bonus for sure. Then I'm just hoping they need people for second shift. Really, I like it there. The general level of ass-hattery among the clientele is nothing compared to my previous position---not to mention among my co-workers, the dress code is infinitely more relaxed, the shopping is a perk, not to mention the money.
Today I did something I promised myself I'd do before I even started (as soon as I found out where they were located)---I left the house a couple hours early (I had errands to run), and took myself to lunch at Bennigan's, which is, like, two blocks from the call center. Had soup and salad and a Reuben and exercised restraint and *didn't* have dessert.
It was rather interesting, because I was back-to-back with a couple of women, and I got an earful. The primary speaker was a woman who was maybe a few years older than me, and her companion, guesstimate late 20s/early 30s. They were already seated when I arrived, and Ms. 50-ish was telling the other one about her son's death in '97, and her treatment with anti-depressants and more family medical history than I *ever* needed to know. Being a snoopy writer who will take grist where she can get it, I listened avidly anyway. Alas, we both finished at roughly the same time, and I didn't get to hear about her dirty divorce---she found her husband cheating on her with one of her friends.
Stopped by the big baby blue boomermobile---it isn't a Merc, it's a Ford Mainline. I know damn well I haven't a prayer of being able to afford it, but at least I know what it is. Also today, on the way in, I saw---on the same stretch of road as the Packard---a big copper-colored roadster, pre-WWII with running boards and snare-drum headlights. Pardon me while I have a cargasm....