I woke up earlier than planned and could not sleep. I think I am tired of sleep at daytime. I really could not understand why they have to send so many of us in the evening shift.
I took a 3-day vacation leave last week that I had beside a "company-proclaimed" scheduled holiday, and a weekend. Now that I am back to work, I wish that holiday never ended. I feel really drained.
I've been pushing myself to do many things, check on applications for a house, credit card and stuff, finish some drawings, submitting stories, stuff. Tiring.
Work is still the same. The people there are examples of what happens when people are just after the money. There is a new batch of hirees. I think there is a theme every time they hire people. Now I think it is slutty-looking bitches, no offense to prostitutes. They're scary, I tell you. Parang mananampal at mananabunot na lang bigla.
I think that is better though than the call center people at the building beside ours. It's swarming with litterbugs who leave garbage on the grass, eat on tables and chairs of the closed establishments and leave their garbage. They even talk trash with their awfully constructed English, teeming with obviously pretentious accents. Every time I chance upon the girls there, all they talk about are boys. Sometimes they even talk about sex as something so casual every one has to hear it, as if it is the only topic in the world.
They have so many people wearing those ugly things supposed to be in fashion these days. They go to work wearing those tight shorts with what I think were plunging blouses and their Havaianas (never found those appealing), and they are men! And I don't think they are gay men.
And the gay men there are sporting tattoos and rockstar-style hair, which wouldn't be an issue, after all Freddie Mercury is bisexual, but when they start opening their mouths, they use these hard-to-decipher gay lingo and squeals at the sight of a decent-looking male.
I worked in a call center before, and they give us a bad name. Back then call center agents are cool, or I would like to think they are. Even my brother who works as a trainer in a call center admits that the new wave of applicants are a bit... uncouth. There are times I get tempted to quit my job and go back to taking calls, but "they" make me stop considering it.
Whew! I think I need more sleep.
I took a 3-day vacation leave last week that I had beside a "company-proclaimed" scheduled holiday, and a weekend. Now that I am back to work, I wish that holiday never ended. I feel really drained.
I've been pushing myself to do many things, check on applications for a house, credit card and stuff, finish some drawings, submitting stories, stuff. Tiring.
Work is still the same. The people there are examples of what happens when people are just after the money. There is a new batch of hirees. I think there is a theme every time they hire people. Now I think it is slutty-looking bitches, no offense to prostitutes. They're scary, I tell you. Parang mananampal at mananabunot na lang bigla.
I think that is better though than the call center people at the building beside ours. It's swarming with litterbugs who leave garbage on the grass, eat on tables and chairs of the closed establishments and leave their garbage. They even talk trash with their awfully constructed English, teeming with obviously pretentious accents. Every time I chance upon the girls there, all they talk about are boys. Sometimes they even talk about sex as something so casual every one has to hear it, as if it is the only topic in the world.
They have so many people wearing those ugly things supposed to be in fashion these days. They go to work wearing those tight shorts with what I think were plunging blouses and their Havaianas (never found those appealing), and they are men! And I don't think they are gay men.
And the gay men there are sporting tattoos and rockstar-style hair, which wouldn't be an issue, after all Freddie Mercury is bisexual, but when they start opening their mouths, they use these hard-to-decipher gay lingo and squeals at the sight of a decent-looking male.
I worked in a call center before, and they give us a bad name. Back then call center agents are cool, or I would like to think they are. Even my brother who works as a trainer in a call center admits that the new wave of applicants are a bit... uncouth. There are times I get tempted to quit my job and go back to taking calls, but "they" make me stop considering it.
Whew! I think I need more sleep.
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