Chihuahua man and the rest of life

 

My Mikey, I love you

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I don’t know if I’ve mentioned that the place I work is called OneContact.  Now I have!

Work is going rather well, for the most part.  I’m nervous, because it’s a BIG change of pace, but it’s all part of a plan, I guess.  God knows far better than I ever could, and for that, I am grateful.  Left to me alone, my life would probably always be a shambles.

Yesterday was Pajama Day at work.  I thought maybe Stacy had been pulling my leg to embarrass me…say, if I showed up in sleep pants and t-shirt, then got sent home for it….but it really WAS Pajama Day.  Kevin, the Chihuahua man, looked adorable in his black robe and puffy slippers.  The slippers looked as if they might have been dogs, but I’m not sure what they were.  I just know he looked like he’s a metro or he’s gay.

As a telemarketer, I’m rather insecure, on the job.  I have to logout after about 50 rejections.  That seems to be my rejection threshold.  When I push on and persevere, I schiz out shortly after 60.  I’ve been known to start crying, in the mornings, especially if everyone around me is making sales.  My brother pointed out something to me last night, though, when we talked.  He said that people are FAR more likely to buy from a woman than a man.  I almost objected, but then I really thought he was right.  I don’t think many of the men at my job make a lot of sales.  We’re just there for filler…hehehehe.

I told Donald he was "looking cute today" yesterday…then I took it back.  He WAS looking cute, but I didn’t want to get in trouble.  Later, he and Mika-dude (a guy that looks like a fleshed out version of the singer Mika…I think guy’s name is Hollis) ticked me off.  The have a habit of clocking in, then NOT working.  I almost decided to go talk to a supervisor about it, but then I realized something very important.

IT’S NOT MY PROBLEM!!!!!!

They will probably end up getting fired for their lack of actual work.  If they don’t…hey, it’s job security for me, because I DO work while I’m there.  If they do, they can blame nobody but themselves.  I’d hate to see Donald go, because he really does cheer people up, but one is supposed to WORK at work!

I’m only responsible for MY performance.  Feels good to say that.  I don’t have to be The Mama at work, because a) nobody asked me to, anyway…and b) I don’t know most of those people well enough to do that.  I like them, but I don’t KNOW them.

Overall, work is turning out to be a pleasant place.  I enjoy myself there, for the most part.  Well, not the mornings, but the afternoons.  I’m strange that way.

We’ll just keep letting Jacky take over and do the sales pitches.

By the way, Matt…..I can’t purposely call anyone.  It’s a random dialer, I’ve found out, so if you get called by Yak Communications, it MIGHT be me and it might not!  Damnit!

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pan style=”background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);”>Love to all,

Jack