August 27, 2002 - 3:21 PM
Me: "Good morning, MyCompany, Ren speaking."
Her: "Oh hi, it's Margaret from Annoying Bitch Inc."
Me: *inner sigh* "Hi Margaret, how are you?"
Her: "I'm fine, I'm chasing a land information certificate."
Direct and right to the point. Normally I don't mind these... but...
Her: "...which I need right away..."
Oh shit... here we go.
Me: "Fair enough, I'll do what I can."
Her: "I need it right away, it's ur-"
Me: "ALRIGHT! It's urgent. I'll do what I can."
Her: "Well okay, just so long as you realize it's urgent..."
Me: *growling* "Goodbye." ~click~
What is so wrong with just telling me what you're chasing and fucking let me chase the bugger rather than waste my time telling me how spazmagorically urgent it is?!?! I know it's fucking urgent. If it wasn't urgent, you wouldn't be calling me, would you?
I don't need to be told these things, I really don't, not over and over again in the one call. I am not stupid! In my industry, everything is urgent, nothing can wait five minutes and I've learned to deal with that stress by adapting a new system of processing requests. ie, It will get done when I have time to do it in the order that it came in.
Face it, if you were me, and you were having a day where one call after another was regarding something that needed to be done urgent, wouldn't you then take things in a first come first serve basis? Common sense would say that you would. Well, it's what I do anyway.
*sighs*
And the system's just gone down so I'm powerless to do my job anyway.
I'm debating on whether to stay doing my diary here or to move everything over to clitzpah. I think I might do both.
*seething pause*
Oh fuck I need to get out of this job before I kill someone.
Up to the minute information, JK is whining yet again over how horrible the hotline is. If I get an email from a client ATTENTIONED TO JK, then who the fuck am I going to redirect it to but her? Well I got one of those emails today... and it was attentioned to her. So I forwarded it through. Who the fuck am I to read personal mail?
That woman has an overendowed ego and thinks way too highly of herself.
And now we've got her best buddy working with us ON the fucking hotline (she's sitting right behind me *grumble*) who will no doubt be the biggest fucking snitch around and tell Her Majesty what we're all doing.
I swear, I promise, I will burn every fucking bridge I can find that connects me to this place as soon as I get a new job. Oh YEAH. There will be emails going to not only the CEO, but the guy under whom the CEO works and is currently sucking the dick of.
There will be words... harsh TRUTHS about this place that will be sent through to everyone.
Desk meet head.
*thud*
And now Erica's giving me more shit about Dad.
I told her, Dad is a lost cause. I will not be a convenient friend, nor will be be a convenient daughter for him anymore. He's broken up with Wife #3 for the second time and this time it seems permanant. He's now living with his sister at the opposite side of town from where he was previously. If I get a call from him and she's set it up, I will kill her personally. She thinks that I will end up like Nessa and Grandad. Those two never really got on, even before the rigmarol™ and then Grandad's health got worse and worse until he passed away unexpectantly one morning in hospital. His body just gave out after 6 years of illhealth. Nessa was upset, yes, and somewhat guilty true, but she and Grandad had differences that just could not be reconciled.
Dad and I? Well... his lies caught up with him. His behaviour over my engagement party was unforgivable. And while I accepted his apology for that, I did not accept the excuse. Two months was enough time to arrange a couple of hours off work.
*F*
I went for months without talking to him when we did get on. What's a few years?
Anyone who knows me, knows that I am nowhere near as callous as I may seem here. I love my dad, but unlike some, I will not line up to be repeatedly hurt by him. I wont do that with anyone.
