Checked my Facebook profile for the first time in a few days, and noticed I had a message from some random blond chick…
The resultant conversation was right out of left field… for your amusement here it is, names and places edited for the protection of the parties involved.
Random Blond Chick: Hay Bud, I’m looking for a man by the name Josh who works at the Random Bladibla call center in Tbar….is this you? Kisses
Josh: Yes.
Random Blond Chick: This may seem rude but I dnt mean to be. Is your dream guy Scott who works at pascos?
Josh: Dream guy? Are you smoking crack? I’m both straight and happily married with a kid.
Random Blond Chick: Im so sorry, I didnt mean to be rude. Obviously not the right person. thankyou
Josh: Clearly.
I later remembered that I’m not the only Josh in the call center. Coincidentally the other, if I recall correctly is gay. Sigh… next time I will say possibly…perhaps…or even maybe. Would have been a safer option.
Homer J Simpson: “Marg, I don’t hate your mother. I just wont be sad when she dies.”
Now, while I no problems whatsoever with my mother-in-law, there are a few others that would fit this statement rather well.
Note to self: Store one-liner for future use.
… I just love The Simpsons.
Yesterday Mellissa and I went for our fortnightly shopping expedition. Just the usual things, groceries, errands and the like. Whilst we were going about our business I happened to notice an exceptional amount of young lads with afros. Even scarier than seeing a black guy with a fro (which I hesitantly say is more natural looking), is seeing a white guy with one. What these guys may not have heard is that afros were a thing of the 70’s… Not long after that time people suddenly awoke from their fashion coma and realised just how aweful afros really are. Mind you, they didn’t just bolt straight to the nearest hairdresser to get a decent cut, they had to transition by first getting a sweeping eye-level fringe, then a mullet (Yes. I think mullets, while ghastly, are better looking than fros), followed by a flat-top with tracks, an undercut, and finally something decent.
It’s 9:11am and I’m at work. It’s only been a little over an hour since I started. Already I feel like I’ve worked an 8 hour shift, and if it were not for the fact that still have 6 hours and 40 minutes left everything would be ok. Already this morning I’ve dealt with the loud, the obnoxious, and the self-entitled, and that’s just the “people” I work with. I don’t think work would have half the frustration if the people I worked with had some manners. You see, in the world I grew up in people usually developed these attributes by the age of 50!!! It’s a backwards world where a 23 year old has to teach the “supposedly wise and mature” chronologically challenged a thing or two about decency. Oh well, maybe they’re just having a bad day ………. probably forgot their walking frame.
On the customer front though it’s not too bad! Roughly 50 precent of the calls so far this morning have been prank calls from kids at pay phones. One thing though is that it’s very rare that you actually get a kid that has anything really funny to say. You do get the occasional directory request for names such as “Ben Dover”, “Penny Tration”, “Incontentia Buttocks” and the like, and while I’m sure the young at heart are probably chuckling, hearing these same attempts over and over for the past two years has really taken the the shine off their humorous impact.
This evening :tom: sent me one of the funniest emails in as long as I can remember. It probably isn’t as funny to everyone else as it is to me, but I think some of you may appreciate it. Have a listen to this! It basically takes the mickey out of the outsourcing of call centre jobs by Telstra to India. I almost wet myself listening to this, well worth the minute or so it’ll take you have a listen.
Wouldn’t it suck to work for a company like this? Tehehe …. um … yeah. **innocent looks** 