haonowshaokao

The end of this week feels like the beginning of a new era. Don’t know why, because it isn’t.
Today has been taxing beyond the call of duty. The storm blowing until the afternoon set the tone – I was soaking wet with water in my shoes when I arrived at the office to find we were understaffed and due to be bombarded with non-stop calls all day. All a bit much.
Toward the afternoon the fatigue was really getting to me when some guy called up and started having a go at me like some kind of school bully. He had no problem with the company at all, he just called to tell me I had a stupid gay voice, apparently. In real life I would have punched him in the face, but as he didn’t use any actual swear words I had to be polite to the cunt. After I put him through I took a break and sat with a cup of coffee shaking with rage.
When I got back to my seat another of the trainees was being escorted out of the building after refusing to work on christmas eve and subsequently being fired. I was sternly informed that I’d taken 5 minutes too much break. Jesus.
So, weekend. Thank fuck.
The only funny thing this week was some Glaswegian woman who called up and tried to talk to me from a phonebox while another woman stood outside in the rain trying to get in and screaming at her that she’d been on the phone for half an hour. It quickly developed into a fight, the receiver being tugged between the two of them. Eventually the call was just cut off.
That’s the only bit of entertainment.

Interesting call today. The guy ended by saying “no offence to you, James, but may Lloyds TSB Card Services rot in hell” then hung up. Yesterday morning there was some guy who couldn’t believe we had the temerity to charge cash advance fees to a millionaire like himself. I could have and would have refunded them, but he talked to me like I was an unruly servant, so no can do Mr Millionaire. Then he went on at me for half an hour, but I didn’t give him any money.
Sorry, shop talk.
Funny that my waking hours are now entirely on the phone. I’m using my lunch breaks to try to sort out my computer, which may now be fixed within a week at the quickest.
Oh, what a world, etc.
Tomorrow is Friday, though, which means that Office Angels give me some free Thai Buffet goodness. Some things are looking up after all.
By the way, I’ve also been notified that there isn’t going to be any snow in Africa this Christmastime. Frankly I thought we had that cleared up twenty years ago. What’s going on there, eh? Where is that fucking snow?

Another weekend. Went to some place called the Engine Rooms with 4 or 5 other people who were all doing pills, though I wasn’t. Was ok. Then we went to a party in a cupboard and after I tried in vain to make up the sleep defecit until finally sleeping in this morning and coming into work an hour and a quarter late.
On the plus side though my computer is in Brigton. On the negative side again it is in a depot on the outskirts and I just spent £10 on finding that out.