callcentremonkeywork sabbie i dont want it anymore. it hurts me. faeriegodmother, i kinda need you right now. little help here? 020801 ... unhinged or the goddamn cashiermonkeywork sometimes i really hate those bitches "well if your line is closed, are there going to be anymore open? there are like eight people in line over there." sorry lady. not my frickin job. i have been here for four and a half hours without a break and everyone that came through my line today decided to have $150 worth of groceries that they really didn't need just to be a pain in my ass. i'm thirsty and my back hurts and it is time for me to go home now. fuck you all 020801 ... birds on the telephone wire what kind of call centre, sab? i worked as a directory assistance operator once for an outfit that was just under contract to AT&T graveyard_shift, we took the strangest fucking calls from the strangest fucking people (like the guy who insisted, even though he was the one calling us, that we were some kind of secret branch of the FBI and that we were spying on him, or the recurrence of latenight business travellers asking us for listings of escort services, or the senile old woman who kept calling from a nursing home somewhere in california every night looking for the listing somewhere on long island for her father's candy store even though he had long since passed away) they weren't interested in the quality of service, as long as you got the customer a number in 25 seconds or less so we pissed off a lot of people 020801 ... please deposit 25 cents for more grendel ... 020801 ... sabbie grendel [did i ever tell you i lived in a house with a cat named grendal? perfectly named, he was clever yet cunty] all the callcentrework is the same. answer the phone, get shouted at, you know how it goes, my friend. at least in the last call centre i worked at it was a freecall. i miss the nuts people. nuts_people_are_funny , crazy_people_make_me_laugh no nuts people here. just really really stupid people. case in point: caller: can you put me through to sneeze please sab: [blinks] im sorry? caller: can you put me through to sneeze please sab: [dubiously] is that your sales consultant? caller: no, its my sister. sab: im pretty sure that theres no sneeze here. caller: she works in your office. of course shes there. sab: [sweetly] and which offce would that be madam? caller: [names an office two states away] sab: ahh, youve come through to a different call centre, in a different state. i'll jsut look up her office number to put you through caller: oh, ive got her number here. [cust quotes number to a stunned sabbie] sab: [after a pause] i'll just put you through to the number youve just given me then shall i? cust: [oblivious to the dripping sarcasim] yes please. you know that theroy that a person is smart but a group of people is dumb? this job has blown _that_ theory so far out of the water that if you call its mobile phone it'll tell you what the weather is like on the moon. fucking morons. .:sighs:. but not for long. its a mantra. notmuchlonger, notmuchlonger... please gods, ive been ever so good. give us a break and some cash, hey? 020806 ... sab i cant believe this many years later and i dived right back in. sheesh what is it about mobile phones call centres that they only give the fucktards who failed an IQ test my number? oh eugenics, why have you failed me now? and who signs up white trash to mobiles? why do white trash need more than one mobile each? why dont any of them know they number? lord, save me from my species, theres too much ameboa in the gene pool... 051031 what's it to you? who go blather from