12 October 2005
Drink: Black coffee from downstairs
Soundtrack: NIN - Only
Weapon of Choice: A quesadilla with chorizo. :/
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Well, just another day in the paradise that I call the communications center, where people call in to tell me their problems, and I magically fix them with the power of my sexy voice, and wonderful intellect. Yeah, right, and my muffin is going to grow wings, and look like Eva Longoria. I have more chance of that happening then the next call not being some ignorant yayhoo.
Wow. Whadja know? While I was writing, an ignorant yayhoo called. And no Eva muffin. Oh well.
I am most likely moving to the city of Chicago in the coming months, and it is this job, the job that I thought was the culmination of 5 years of college, is why (I think), that when get to Chi, I am just going to take a shitty job waiting tables in some restaurant. Why? Because it is more interesting. At Sprint, yeah the hours sucked, I worked for an in-the-closet-lesbian-bitch-of-a-whore, the customers should all be lined up and shot, and trying to get my (wonderful) employees to do what I asked them to was like getting blood from a stone. But things were interesting, even though it was like hitting myself in the head with a hammer interesting. Enter the Comm Center. This job is just.....okay. Its not challenging, its pretty much like: Problem happens, either I know right away that I can fix it, or its something I have no business dealing with. No in-between, no learning, no real.....well...anything.
This puts me in an odd situation.
A typical human situation at that.
I got what I thought I wanted, only to find out that it may not have been what I wanted.
Well, sunnavabitch.
This is never a good conclusion. I now will spend a relatively large amount of time trying to figure out what I want to do, which I thought was wayyyyy over with. I am just thinking that maybe this really isn't for me. I know I am good with tech, I always have been. But I am getting drawn toward more low tech jobs, like something to do with nature, or animals. I don't even know. Like I needed anymore to think about. Well back to the grindstone.
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Soundtrack: NIN - Only
Weapon of Choice: A quesadilla with chorizo. :/
//*begin post*//Well, just another day in the paradise that I call the communications center, where people call in to tell me their problems, and I magically fix them with the power of my sexy voice, and wonderful intellect. Yeah, right, and my muffin is going to grow wings, and look like Eva Longoria. I have more chance of that happening then the next call not being some ignorant yayhoo.
Wow. Whadja know? While I was writing, an ignorant yayhoo called. And no Eva muffin. Oh well.
I am most likely moving to the city of Chicago in the coming months, and it is this job, the job that I thought was the culmination of 5 years of college, is why (I think), that when get to Chi, I am just going to take a shitty job waiting tables in some restaurant. Why? Because it is more interesting. At Sprint, yeah the hours sucked, I worked for an in-the-closet-lesbian-bitch-of-a-whore, the customers should all be lined up and shot, and trying to get my (wonderful) employees to do what I asked them to was like getting blood from a stone. But things were interesting, even though it was like hitting myself in the head with a hammer interesting. Enter the Comm Center. This job is just.....okay. Its not challenging, its pretty much like: Problem happens, either I know right away that I can fix it, or its something I have no business dealing with. No in-between, no learning, no real.....well...anything.
This puts me in an odd situation.
A typical human situation at that.
I got what I thought I wanted, only to find out that it may not have been what I wanted.
Well, sunnavabitch.
This is never a good conclusion. I now will spend a relatively large amount of time trying to figure out what I want to do, which I thought was wayyyyy over with. I am just thinking that maybe this really isn't for me. I know I am good with tech, I always have been. But I am getting drawn toward more low tech jobs, like something to do with nature, or animals. I don't even know. Like I needed anymore to think about. Well back to the grindstone.
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I'm coming to terms with the idea that we always wonder what we're going to be when we grow up. Thats why time seems to go by so fast, because we spend to much time on the future and not on the now. BTW...you don't want to do the waiter deal. And you thought sprint customers were bad, everybody eats....
i agree man...waiting tables sucks fucking ass
also, i like how you called them "Yayhoos" so your shit doesn't pop up and get confused for yahoo. Piece biatch