Now that month-end is over, my thoughts are almost entirely placed on lines…and the Yakisoba left-overs in my fridge.
I am super hungry.
…Which is prob’ly why I can’t concentrate on anything at all right now.
Have been spending the day drinking terrible coffee that faintly resembles the cleaning fluid section at the grocery store. I can’t quite put my finger on why, or what the specific scent/taste is reminding me of, but I know its something toxic and wrong. Yet I keep drinking it. Was hoping it would keep my tummy from growling. All it’s really done is make my mouth taste like bitter antiseptic.
…I think I’m getting a headache.
Today is clearly one of those post month-end-from-hell, life-sucker ones, where you kinda feel like you have a hangover the next day. And it would prob’ly help a lot to just punch someone. Yesterday’s round of shit accomplished just exhausted the life out of me. Which is inconvenient when it is only “Tuesday.”
…Also, it’s been a day from Hell in the phones department.
Ringing, ringing, ringing…all day long.
…Three lines lit at the same time while you’re on another. Can’t catch up with them…even when I try to liquidate them from the VM roster, they are multiplying due to the fact that EVERYONE IN THE WORLD monitors their phones. So they wait to get a message, then call, then wait to get a message, then call…it never ends. I’ll get in carousel rides with these people all day long…calling and re-calling, and re-calling the same bastards over and over and over again…because they can’t be bothered to pick up the phone.
…And they ALWAYS bitch when you finally DO gain access to them: ” I’ve called and called and called you people…!”
Yes. I fucking KNOW. It’s because you won’t stop calling, and just pick up the goddamn phone (along with the seventy other people today) that I am constantly on the line and cannot answer! How about you recognize that you AREN’T the ONLY customer I have, nor my full purpose in a day.
…You guys, I’m really cranky right now, and I know it…but there’s just nothing to be done. I called it at noon. Just gotta suffer until the clock clicks over to four and I can get the hell outta here.
Sometimes, I just don’t have the capacity to give a shit about the work day, the customers, the constant demands, the always being pulled in twelve directions. And this, my friends, is one of those days.
I hope yours has been “gooder.”
~D
