(Not mine. I have one I'm working on for later though.)
This link came from Valerie.
My post from It's Your Blog:
I noticed a very drastic split end in my hair this morning. I don’t think this post is going to move much uphill from that.
I have 20 minutes to get dressed and get on my way to work. I’m tech support- I listen to bitching for 9 hours a day. Once in awhile I even fix someone’s cable. The ironic thing is that all those jokes about telling someone to press the ‘on’ button are not an urban myth.
When I figure out the best way to quit this job I will never do customer service again. I’ve put in my time, countless years at one place or another. It’s no fun being the 40-something when most of the others in the same job are 20-something.
Not that I am career focused. Likely that’s why I’m endlessly going through dead end jobs. I don’t mind, as long as I can keep things paid and don’t have to answer my phone once I’m home. The most enjoyable job I had was managing a subscriber mailing list for a huge company with business and professional magazines. I don’t know what I liked about that so much. The work wasn’t exciting or very interesting. It was plain and I guess when I came to the end of the day I felt I had done something. No one called me up just to bitch and call me things I can’t type here.
In eight months of working as tech support I have had three callers (all men) who did not call for help with cable. They just wanted to be anonymous and degrade someone. Stupid… I have call display. I wrote the note on your account, you aren’t fooling anyone.
Time is drawing to a close. Nearly noon here and I start my 9 hours of hell in half an hour. Being late is ok with me. But I don’t want to be too late. Missing a couple of minutes won’t get me in trouble but feels heavenly to avoid the callers for even that bit longer.
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