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Here I am....
Oct. 20th, 2006 10:02 pmI'm in Schnauzerland again til Sunday. I've been here barely an hour, and I'm already in a bad mood. One, I've been lumbered with a fourth Schnauzer until tomorrow sometime, and for those of you who think Schnauzers are all so adorable, well, this one ain't. He lets me pet him, then he barks. And he barks loudly and often. Two, S. is trying to short-change me for sitting AND she's left a page-long list of cleaning she wants me to do to make up the difference. Three, I fucking hate her fucking computer. It's a goddamned temperamental useless piece of shit and I fucking hate it. Oh, and I fucking hate it, in case I didn't mention that part. It's garbling everything; pages aren't displaying correctly, e-mails are showing as columns about 40 characters wide, and I've already had to restart it once, which is typical. (Mine, I might, possibly have to restart it once or twice a month---at the most. This shitburger averages 3 or 4 times a week.)
Went down to Melbourne---beautiful day for a drive! US1 widens to three lanes south of the Pineda Causeway, so traffic wasn't all bunched up. It used to be a total nightmare, but since they finished the road widening, it's a dream. The commute won't be as excruciating as I thought. I went and paid the cable bill OFF (cash borrowed from the C's from church on the strength of my job prospects), which was a rush---I won't get another bill for another three weeks, at least, and it won't be due for a couple weeks after that.
Then I went looking for the call center HQ---I was afraid it was going to be way the hell at the south end of town, but it turned out to be very easy to get to. And! (This is gonna be a killer if/when I start there...) It's in the same shopping center as Goodwill.
Now, these twerps have my resume, right? But I still had to fill out---not one, but two! two! applications, one paper and one on-line. Explain this freaking system to me, will ya? Then, a typing test. I asked the lady who set it up for me what wpm they expected, and she said 20, at which I snorted involuntarily. I did 45 with three errors; unfamiliar keyboard, what can I say? And that mouse needed cleaning in the worst way! The build-up of crud on the rollers was nasty. After that, I had to demonstrate my familiarity with the internet by going to several websites and copy-pasting info to a Word document. (Like that was a problem!) Finally, they wanted me to write a response to a customer letter in my own words, which wasn't exactly a strain on my abilities.
The upshot is, I'll be called today or Monday, the earliest I can expect to start is next week, or possibly the week after. As much as I've shied away from the prospect of working in Melbourne (25 mile commute each way!), the money at this place is excellant, and hey, next door to Goodwill? Dude! That's like the time I was temping at the Section 8 office, which was just down the block from the Salvation Army store.
After I got out of there, I *had* to go check it out. The C's gave me more than I asked for, "wiggle room", they called it. For under $17, I got a denim jumper (I was delighted it fit, since it was a size down from what I usually look for), and a patchwork We-Be-Bop shirt in a 3x. The colors are mostly blues, with some orange, and I've always loved that combo. (NOT because I'm a Gators fan, I'll add, since I don't give a damn about college football, but because my daddy was a Gulf Oil man for 35 years and I grew up seeing the company logo everywhere.) When I tried it on, I learned that We-Be-Bop sizes *extremely* generously. I could gain sixty pounds and it would still fit. I think I'm going to pair them together and wear them to church. Tried on a brown straw fedora, but it was too small in proportion to my face. Too bad, otherwise it would've gone well with the rest of the ensemble I had on.
In addition to that, I got some glasses: two shot glasses printed with "Stubbs -- Swallow it all, Mate!". (One for me, one for S's shotglass collection. The woman got me absinthe, I can't be *that* pissed.) My mind went straight to the gutter....swallow it all, Mate? Oh...kay.... I also found a handsome pressed glass goblet with worn gilt/aurora borealis overglaze. What fascinated me about that was how very thick it is...I'm thinking that it'll be perfect as my designated absinthe glass. It's heavy-duty and classy as hell.
When I finally headed toward Schnauzerland, I spent a few minutes rummaging through the CDs I had in the car, cuz I was over the one that was in there, I wanted something I could drive to. Found a sweet mix that ranged from Motley Crue, Drowning Pool and Flogging Molly to Oingo Boingo and Marilyn Manson. Yes, I specialize in eccentric playlists.... Took US1 up to Pineda, cut over to the island and up Tropical Trail, over to Banana River and up 528. Scenic, and I avoided the worst of the traffic. It felt good. With the price of gas---and I don't CARE if the price is coming down, it's STILL over $2 a gallon!---I don't just get in the car and go for a drive. I've got a little mental voice saying "Ten cents a mile!", and that quells my enthusiasm, because it adds up real quick.
So, I'm here, the fridge is well-stocked---I can easily make up for the financial shortfall with a carnivorous binge---and it's only for another 48 hours.....
Went down to Melbourne---beautiful day for a drive! US1 widens to three lanes south of the Pineda Causeway, so traffic wasn't all bunched up. It used to be a total nightmare, but since they finished the road widening, it's a dream. The commute won't be as excruciating as I thought. I went and paid the cable bill OFF (cash borrowed from the C's from church on the strength of my job prospects), which was a rush---I won't get another bill for another three weeks, at least, and it won't be due for a couple weeks after that.
Then I went looking for the call center HQ---I was afraid it was going to be way the hell at the south end of town, but it turned out to be very easy to get to. And! (This is gonna be a killer if/when I start there...) It's in the same shopping center as Goodwill.
Now, these twerps have my resume, right? But I still had to fill out---not one, but two! two! applications, one paper and one on-line. Explain this freaking system to me, will ya? Then, a typing test. I asked the lady who set it up for me what wpm they expected, and she said 20, at which I snorted involuntarily. I did 45 with three errors; unfamiliar keyboard, what can I say? And that mouse needed cleaning in the worst way! The build-up of crud on the rollers was nasty. After that, I had to demonstrate my familiarity with the internet by going to several websites and copy-pasting info to a Word document. (Like that was a problem!) Finally, they wanted me to write a response to a customer letter in my own words, which wasn't exactly a strain on my abilities.
The upshot is, I'll be called today or Monday, the earliest I can expect to start is next week, or possibly the week after. As much as I've shied away from the prospect of working in Melbourne (25 mile commute each way!), the money at this place is excellant, and hey, next door to Goodwill? Dude! That's like the time I was temping at the Section 8 office, which was just down the block from the Salvation Army store.
After I got out of there, I *had* to go check it out. The C's gave me more than I asked for, "wiggle room", they called it. For under $17, I got a denim jumper (I was delighted it fit, since it was a size down from what I usually look for), and a patchwork We-Be-Bop shirt in a 3x. The colors are mostly blues, with some orange, and I've always loved that combo. (NOT because I'm a Gators fan, I'll add, since I don't give a damn about college football, but because my daddy was a Gulf Oil man for 35 years and I grew up seeing the company logo everywhere.) When I tried it on, I learned that We-Be-Bop sizes *extremely* generously. I could gain sixty pounds and it would still fit. I think I'm going to pair them together and wear them to church. Tried on a brown straw fedora, but it was too small in proportion to my face. Too bad, otherwise it would've gone well with the rest of the ensemble I had on.
In addition to that, I got some glasses: two shot glasses printed with "Stubbs -- Swallow it all, Mate!". (One for me, one for S's shotglass collection. The woman got me absinthe, I can't be *that* pissed.) My mind went straight to the gutter....swallow it all, Mate? Oh...kay.... I also found a handsome pressed glass goblet with worn gilt/aurora borealis overglaze. What fascinated me about that was how very thick it is...I'm thinking that it'll be perfect as my designated absinthe glass. It's heavy-duty and classy as hell.
When I finally headed toward Schnauzerland, I spent a few minutes rummaging through the CDs I had in the car, cuz I was over the one that was in there, I wanted something I could drive to. Found a sweet mix that ranged from Motley Crue, Drowning Pool and Flogging Molly to Oingo Boingo and Marilyn Manson. Yes, I specialize in eccentric playlists.... Took US1 up to Pineda, cut over to the island and up Tropical Trail, over to Banana River and up 528. Scenic, and I avoided the worst of the traffic. It felt good. With the price of gas---and I don't CARE if the price is coming down, it's STILL over $2 a gallon!---I don't just get in the car and go for a drive. I've got a little mental voice saying "Ten cents a mile!", and that quells my enthusiasm, because it adds up real quick.
So, I'm here, the fridge is well-stocked---I can easily make up for the financial shortfall with a carnivorous binge---and it's only for another 48 hours.....
