Is it Monday already? Wait scratch that, is it nearly June already?! Where the hell has the time gone? I know I’ve been lacking on the posts as of late but then again these days that seems to be the norm.
Aside from my Britain’s Got Talent posts I haven’t been writing much of anything else, just a usual case of work tiring me out that much mentally that I just can’t bring myself to write anything. I still haven’t even touched that novel I wrote in November, what a loser.
Still I thought I’d take some time out of my busy schedule considering I’m off work today and just see what’s up every one recently. As you have already seen I posted a Britain’s Got Talent post earlier, no doubt you’ll be glad when it’s over so I can write about decent stuff again but worry not I wrote a Music Monday (gasp) which’ll be posted later.
Hard to believe I’ve been at this job for 8 months now, the time has certainly gone by quickly yet it feels like I’ve been there longer. While I still voice* my opinions when I don’t agree about something it’s still probably one of the best jobs I’ve had and as we all know I’ve had some fucking jobs in my time. Packing glasses comes to mind. That was a low point of my life; all I got out of that was an addiction to pain killers.
I’m now at that point at my work where I’m no longer the guy asking a question about what to do every five minutes, people are now asking me what to do. They look to me for the answers which is very strange to me, especially when those people have been there for years, some more than half a decade and they’re asking me, who hasn’t even been there a year what to do. How can they not know everything in over five years? I’ll tell you why, because they’re idiots. One person particularly comes to mind, some crazy old bint that spents all of her off time collecting Barbie dolls.
As I also mention later on someone was actually getting that sick of the job that he started just hanging up on customers half way through the call, he eventually got caught and suspended; then proceeded to go home and try and kill himself. The last thing he did was send out a suicide note text message just saying the usual “I love you all I hope you all find love and happiness” etc etc and that it was his choice; I was totally oblivious to this at the time and text back asking him if he had the AIDs. Imagine if he had died and that was the last thing he’d ever read. But he just took an overdose of some pills and then had his stomach pumped now he’s all better… well not mentally but you know.
I said to ’em at work, if I ever decide to kill myself I wouldn’t send out some attention seeking text message like that, you’d just find me hanging from a ceiling somewhere with a note pinned to my chest just saying, “It’s all your fault” then whoever found me would feel really guilty because that’s the kind of bastard I am. Mwaha.
The jobs going alright though, I still get stressed, especially when the people I’m talking to don’t have the first clue how to use a computer yet their job requires them to use one. They should just go and be a cleaner somewhere or something. I did apply for an Out Of Hours (basically nights and weekends) position for another account which would have bumped up my yearly wage by about £7000, and while they told me I did excellent in the interview and that I’m a brilliant worker especially for the length of time I’ve been there (I can’t help having a high IQ) I didn’t get the job.
I couldn’t help but think it was a case of who you know and not what you know in that situation as the two guys that did get the job were close friends of the manager. Total bullshit if you ask me, the two guys that did get the job even said I should have got it but whatever, maybe I’ll get it next time… If I don’t get myself fired by then hah!
Apart from that and going to Newcastle for yet another stag party doing endurance Kartin coming 5th out of 12 teams and later losing £255 in a casino after four hours betting on roulette there isn’t much else to report.
I’ve noticed that for some reason my followers have steadily increased over the last week or so, don’t be afraid to say hello; unless you just followed me so I’d follow you back which won’t work with me so you may aswell unfollow me now and save yourself some time. Unless you actually speak to me then I’ll consider it. And if you’re hot, it’s almost a guaranteed follow back because I’m a sex deprived pervert.
*yell until at least next door can hear me.