*looks around*

I think I'm in the wrong phone queue. There's no other explanation for the fact that it's Monday morning and I'm getting no calls while everyone around me is rushing like crazy.

Ah well. *looks unrepentant*

Sooner or later my conscience will browbeat me into calling up the scheduling department and asking them to check my profile and my queue because nothing's happening.

*le sigh*

I hate having a conscience sometimes.

I also realised I don't really like this department. So, come June, I will be pouncing upon the first opportunity to get the hell outta here. Supposing they don't fire me for going to the bathroom outside of my scheduled breaks or something. *end sarcasm* Ahem.

I need a job that won't keep me online all day. Preferably involving paperwork. I don't mind it being boring as long as I don't have to talk to people. I think that's the part of this job I don't like: the customers.

Think I should be in customer service? No? Neither do I. Oh well. :)

*looks around*

I think I'm in the wrong phone queue. There's no other explanation for the fact that it's Monday morning and I'm getting no calls while everyone around me is rushing like crazy.

Ah well. *looks unrepentant*

Sooner or later my conscience will browbeat me into calling up the scheduling department and asking them to check my profile and my queue because nothing's happening.

*le sigh*

I hate having a conscience sometimes.

I also realised I don't really like this department. So, come June, I will be pouncing upon the first opportunity to get the hell outta here. Supposing they don't fire me for going to the bathroom outside of my scheduled breaks or something. *end sarcasm* Ahem.

I need a job that won't keep me online all day. Preferably involving paperwork. I don't mind it being boring as long as I don't have to talk to people. I think that's the part of this job I don't like: the customers.

Think I should be in customer service? No? Neither do I. Oh well. :)

*wibble*

I hate Mondays.

Mondays make me insecure and depressed and usually mildly nauseated at the best of times.

It's usually on Mondays that that stupid voice at the back of my mind starts telling me that I'm no good at all, that no one likes me, that I suck at my job and it's only a matter of time before they fire me, at which point I won't be able to pay for anything and be forced to get rid of my cats and my independence and admit to myself that I'm a complete fraud.

*sigh*

Stupid Mondays.

I have to get back on line, or else I'd take the time to refute all those things I just mentioned.

*wibble*

I hate Mondays.

Mondays make me insecure and depressed and usually mildly nauseated at the best of times.

It's usually on Mondays that that stupid voice at the back of my mind starts telling me that I'm no good at all, that no one likes me, that I suck at my job and it's only a matter of time before they fire me, at which point I won't be able to pay for anything and be forced to get rid of my cats and my independence and admit to myself that I'm a complete fraud.

*sigh*

Stupid Mondays.

I have to get back on line, or else I'd take the time to refute all those things I just mentioned.