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Today was a mixed bag; when I got there, the computers were buggered and I was ready to walk out, because it can be stressful enough when they work right, let alone when you have to take the long way round with everything.
Hung on, despite a colossal British asshole on Posh Brits. I was as polite and deferential as I could possibly be, and he, the twit, would not believe what I was trying to explain to him about the hold on his bank card. I ended up doing something I've never done before, namely, dumping his English ass on the credit card department with scant ceremony. He wasn't listening to me, there was no bloody help desk---I don't know who hires or schedules them, but they need to hire a fuck of a lot more of them, and concentrate on availability. During the day, there are managers around to ask questions of---at night, it's just the help desk, WHEN they aren't wanking around taking breaks and every other damn thing. Anyway---!
Talked the sweet young thing at In-Charge into granting me an hour lunch, during which time, I soothed myself at Goodwill with some speed-spending. MP3 player on intravenous audio, flip-flip-flip along the racks---too small, too small, freaking hideous, too small---hold it up to myself, waist to waist, hips to hips...stains or snags or tears? Came out of it with several tops---most of what I find there is tops---in a much better mood.
When I sat back down, they started calling and throwing money at me like there was no tomorrow. Five pairs of shoes? Yes, ma'am---I can help you with that! Two pairs of jeans? Yes, sir! If we'd had a pair of size 6's in that last style I had a call on, I would've had a $1500 night.
They say it's going to get down below freezing tonight. Brrr!
Hung on, despite a colossal British asshole on Posh Brits. I was as polite and deferential as I could possibly be, and he, the twit, would not believe what I was trying to explain to him about the hold on his bank card. I ended up doing something I've never done before, namely, dumping his English ass on the credit card department with scant ceremony. He wasn't listening to me, there was no bloody help desk---I don't know who hires or schedules them, but they need to hire a fuck of a lot more of them, and concentrate on availability. During the day, there are managers around to ask questions of---at night, it's just the help desk, WHEN they aren't wanking around taking breaks and every other damn thing. Anyway---!
Talked the sweet young thing at In-Charge into granting me an hour lunch, during which time, I soothed myself at Goodwill with some speed-spending. MP3 player on intravenous audio, flip-flip-flip along the racks---too small, too small, freaking hideous, too small---hold it up to myself, waist to waist, hips to hips...stains or snags or tears? Came out of it with several tops---most of what I find there is tops---in a much better mood.
When I sat back down, they started calling and throwing money at me like there was no tomorrow. Five pairs of shoes? Yes, ma'am---I can help you with that! Two pairs of jeans? Yes, sir! If we'd had a pair of size 6's in that last style I had a call on, I would've had a $1500 night.
They say it's going to get down below freezing tonight. Brrr!
