Nomen Est Omen

I Asked For This

I did. I asked for my life to be boring for awhile as excitement and adventure, (otherwise known as crapped up situations I find myself in), cost me too much money and I wanted things to be quiet for awhile so that my finances could recup.

And it has been just that. And wow, boring is really...hard. I suppose some drama may be entering soon as I wonder how long I'll be keeping my job.

The other day I was talking to a customer on the phone who didn't like the fact that I couldn't find some of her information in our database. Which, you know, is entirely my fault because I am all my co-workers combined, I know exactly why they do what they do, I can read their minds and control them so it is because of me that someone spelled the name wrong on the account, hence why I couldn't find it. Of course none of that matters because if the customer had done her job, we wouldn't have been having that long, drawn out, agonizing conversation anyway. You know the kind. The kind that make you feel physically sick inside simply because you know they are going to be long and full of insults. The ones where the customer says, "you people" and "you did this" (to which I often reply, "I did?" and they say, "No, not you, the company" and then either calm down or get further excited because I corrected them by asking a simple question. Which, of course, is implied that I'm telling them, "Dude, fuck off, I didn't do shit" and they know it but they can't complain to anyone about it because it will make them look like idiots and that ticks them off and how I love it and they know I love it and they know it will continue because we are both fucking mentally ill to be in this business anyway.) You know, those.

Where the customer bitches you out up one side and down the other for something they didn't do even though we send them information every single time they call and it is their job to receive that information and call us back if anything is incorrect? The information they had on their desk for the past two months before they bothered to inquire about a certain account two days before it was due to cancel for lack of payment but couldn't be bothered to a) look at it or b) have the information with them when they called up? Those lovely conversations.

So the bitch hollered and carried on and worked herself up into a righteous fit and demanded a supervisor. Gladly. I put her on mute and was getting ready to get her that wish.

Except that apparently my mute button doesn't work and she overheard the conversation I had with my co-worker about the customer needing to speak to a supervisor and my co-worker said, "Tell her to speak to my butthole".

Yah..that was fun.

Actually it was. I cracked up all day that day, even on my drive home. Thankfully it was dark as I drove home so that other drivers could not see me, sitting in my car, laughing hysterically, in tears.

Wouldn't have been funny if I had lost my job but it's a mark there in the sup's mind.

Nothing else is going on. Nothing. While my bank account is breathing a sigh of relief, I'm at a loss as to what to do with myself. I don't like crisis but it seems I've been met with so many that came non stop over the years, literally, year after year after year, that now that I have some time to relax, I can't get comfortable.

And that's really, truly sad.

But who knows...maybe I'll soon have one coming, as I said as I kind of had it out today with that same supervisor in regards to his constant interrupting whenever I try to bring a situation to his attention. Seriously, he doesn't listen and I never can finish a sentence. So, tonight, as it happened again, I simply folded my hands in front of me and stated, "I don't think I'm being listened to."

Well! I may as well have told him to shut his fucking mouth for how pissy he got. He wet his britches and let loose on me like I was a 5 year old, to which I lost control of my tongue and smart mouthed him back before finally shutting up and turning my back on him.

Another mark.

I'm patient but I can only be treated rudely for so long before I stand up and say something. Apparently people don't like it when you point out when they've been behaving badly. No matter how nice and calm you say it.

Anyway, have one more movie to watch for this week and then I'll do my weekly movie reviews.

Posted by S. Faolan Wolf at October 4, 2005 11:36 PM | TrackBack