i went to bed at 2:30-something in the morning. "Why?" you ask? i was playing on the computer. i still have ideas that are driving me crazy.
but i STILL don't know what to write.
Freaky.
Work was busy but pedantic. Some of the customers were pretty cool like this one guy, who really just HAD to be well-baked. He was the second one ever to ask me, "i'll never see you again, will i?" with a wistful note in his voice. i've already had one guy mutter something about how i sounded like i gave good oral. i pretended i didn't hear him say it, but i was just dying to ask him how he could tell. i mean, really, what does a voice honestly TELL you about the speaker? It was so very difficult to not respond to that one guy and explain that i DON'T give 'good' oral, that i give AWESOME oral and he'd never find out what he was missing since he lives out his semi-intellectual yet egoistically deluded existence in California demanding respect but treating those he comes in contact with as servants, slaves, or automatons lacking in sense and feelings who live to simply serve him and cater to his every self-serving desire. He kept alternating between calling me saccharine endearments with a slimy silk voice and screeching "GIVE ME SOMETHING! GIVE ME SOMETHING!" complete with some banal and overworked curses directed towards SPCS at the top of lungs. He was otherwise pretty friendly.
Freaky.
Then there are the people who call asking why their phones are turned off and they haven't paid a bill in say, 3 months. Or you explained that they went over their 200 anytime minute plan by 568 minutes and they say, "That's IMPOSSIBLE! i don't use my phone!" and you spend ten minutes explaining to them that EVERYONE says that and you'd love to help them, but if they don't have specific billed items to dispute, you cannot DO ANYTHING. (BTW ~ that bill with start @ $257.19 and THEN add tax, say, totaling somewhere around $280 and the late fee would be about $14) Golly gee, people, i'm not a fucking imbecile, so stop trying to pull shit on me. A secret, most of the TAs and supers that take supervisor calls will backup the agent and write them up later. You won't get shit from them unless the agent you talk to first agrees.
Soopa-freaky.
We have a shift bid coming up and i don't give a damn when Wade's shift is, i'm taking a shit i want this time. i got stuck with a intense pissy jerk for a supervisor this round and can't see how anyone else wouldn't be a vast improvement and even Byron sees that i'm awesome and won't stay on the floor for long. My stats rock, you never have to council me, just mention that something is a little off and i'll go nuts to fix it. i'll have been there 6 months on October first. i can start applying anywhere else at that time.
Lalalalaaaa . . . freaky.
Really, i didn't come here to vent about work, though. i have been downright dangerous to my hands. i got some kind of weird slice out of my right middle finger and i took a huge chunk out of the little fleshy part of my left pointer finger at the side of the nail, so everything i do hurts as i use that finger a lot.
Fre-e-e-e-e-eky!
i'm in a weird mood where i want to repeat the same thought, word, phrase over and again. Not that you'd notice or anything. Ani and KD Lang are serenading me with occasional hits of Melissa Ethridge. The playlist title is "Think Lesbian". Here is a beautiful bit from one:
"Work Your Way Out" ~ Ani DiFranco
"i wonder what you look like
under your t-shirt
i wonder what you sound like
when you're not wearing words
i wonder what we have
when we're not pretending
it's never-ending, haven't you heard?
i don't need to tell you
what this is about
you just start on the inside
and work your way out
we are all polylingual
but some of us pretend
there's virtue in relying
on not trying to understand"
confessed on Tuesday, Sept. 17, 2002