i was in hell and back

woke up at 10pm and wanted to die. putek. its saturday night. lecheng rest day over time.

11:59 pm na. i log in to the phones at exactly 12am. 40 calls waiting. fuck that.

im hating this job again. i want more sleep. less over times.

give me a life. 

at 12:03am i haven’t logged in the phones yet. il just wait for my coach to push the headset on my woozy head and click on auto-in on my phone.

but God loves me.

at 12:05am, with 43 fucking calls waiting on the line, my coach comes up to me and makes me the callback person for the day.

YEHEY! callback! CALLBACK!!!! meaning i don’t have to rant about stupid floridians tonight who cuss at you because they can’t get their dsl to work right after the hurricane. duh! whaddayah expect? stupid, stupid.

anyway, CALLBACK! CALLBACK! CALLBACK! meaning: endless ringing of phones-customers not at home, answering machines, private phone directors, customers in a hurry…blah blah blah…in short, no migraine-inducing troubleshooting. 

weeeeeeeeeeeeeee…thanks a goddam lot coach ace!

so…what to do? what to do?

1. listen to an endless stream of music…wahoo!

2. surf for kick-ass wallpapers and/or background and lay-outs for the once again future overhaul of my blogpage…ahahahaha

3. relax. relax. relax.

gaaaaaaahhhdddddd! whatta shift! wooooooopedo!