nang magbuhat ng sariling bangko si sarah

what to feel when after a gruelling 1-hour call with a really slow and prissy yet patient customer where you have to press the mute button every 1 minute just to say fuck-i-hate-this-call or leche-pagod-na-ako or ‘tangina-my-head-is-bursting, the customer asks for your supervisor to tell him that he should take you to a really classy lunch to a really foxy restaurant and send the bill over to him and he doesn’t care how much it costs and that he’ll continue to buy more stocks from the company because i was freakin’ patient hooking up his dsl which only took an hour whereas on his wife’s previous call they had to do a conference call with a third party tech support center and took 3 hellish hours and yet ended up as issue not resolved.

take that.

and the customer even gave his complete address to me and other contact numbers in hopes that if i find myself lost in atlanta, georgia he and his wife would be very happy to accomodate me.

and that.

now, why do i hate this job again?