I have to post even *more* now that I have new icons...

You've been warned. *g*

I never realised how much FUN it is to make icons. w00t!

I even managed to change the background on my LJ, although the blue behind the text is far too dark and a bit hideous. I may change back to white after all, even if it is really bright. I tried infinite variations of blue, but I can't find one that's pale enough for my liking.

Hey, if anyone knows the hex code for a really, really pale blue, could you help a girl out?

Also need to figure out which text does what in that "Modify Journal" section. The red is *so* not doing it for me, although that might change if I change the background to white... *wanders off to futz with journal*

I have to post even *more* now that I have new icons...

You've been warned. *g*

I never realised how much FUN it is to make icons. w00t!

I even managed to change the background on my LJ, although the blue behind the text is far too dark and a bit hideous. I may change back to white after all, even if it is really bright. I tried infinite variations of blue, but I can't find one that's pale enough for my liking.

Hey, if anyone knows the hex code for a really, really pale blue, could you help a girl out?

Also need to figure out which text does what in that "Modify Journal" section. The red is *so* not doing it for me, although that might change if I change the background to white... *wanders off to futz with journal*

Thank you!!!

See, this is what I'm talking about all the time when I'm bitching about work.

This is an article on MSN tech support (thank you, abiku), so all the ISP technical stuff has nothing to do with me, but everything else, from AHT to escalation, is absolutely spot-on.

I may write my own article soon.

I composed a few haikus in my sleep last night about Bell Mobility, in the hopes of winning that "surprise gift."

Bell Mobility
I answer calls all day long
I detest my job

I deactivate
A line. The client doesn't
Like our out-of-date system


I also thought of composing a song, to the tune of Drunken Lazy Bastard by the Mahones:

Last night on the phone I heard a client screaming
I put him on hold, and laughed the stress away
When I hung up, I saw my supervisor waiting
So I steeled myself for yet another bad day

Chorus:

Get back on the phone, you lazy useless dimwit
D'you think these calls are just for play?
Get back on the phone, you lazy useless dimwit
Or we'll be forced to take your job away!

Today on the phone, there was another problem
The computers stopped working to no one's great surprise
The clients wouldn't believe me when I told them
So I wished it all away, while I tightly shut my eyes

Chorus:

Get back on the phone, you lazy useless dimwit
D'you think these calls are just for play?
Get back on the phone, you lazy useless dimwit
Or we'll be forced to take your job away!


More later, as inspiration strikes. :P

Thank you!!!

See, this is what I'm talking about all the time when I'm bitching about work.

This is an article on MSN tech support (thank you, abiku), so all the ISP technical stuff has nothing to do with me, but everything else, from AHT to escalation, is absolutely spot-on.

I may write my own article soon.

I composed a few haikus in my sleep last night about Bell Mobility, in the hopes of winning that "surprise gift."

Bell Mobility
I answer calls all day long
I detest my job

I deactivate
A line. The client doesn't
Like our out-of-date system


I also thought of composing a song, to the tune of Drunken Lazy Bastard by the Mahones:

Last night on the phone I heard a client screaming
I put him on hold, and laughed the stress away
When I hung up, I saw my supervisor waiting
So I steeled myself for yet another bad day

Chorus:

Get back on the phone, you lazy useless dimwit
D'you think these calls are just for play?
Get back on the phone, you lazy useless dimwit
Or we'll be forced to take your job away!

Today on the phone, there was another problem
The computers stopped working to no one's great surprise
The clients wouldn't believe me when I told them
So I wished it all away, while I tightly shut my eyes

Chorus:

Get back on the phone, you lazy useless dimwit
D'you think these calls are just for play?
Get back on the phone, you lazy useless dimwit
Or we'll be forced to take your job away!


More later, as inspiration strikes. :P

*sigh*

I've been trying not to spam LiveJournal today, since you're all very likely bored to tears with my whingeing about my job.

However, I wanted to tell you all about Suicide Bob, the newest Mascott in our row of cubicles at work.

Suicide Bob came into existence at the end of last week, when one of my colleagues, let's call him Bitchy!Minion attended a focus group on one of the services we offer, which is Roadside Assistance, formerly known as Mr. Rescue.

As a reward for his time and help, he was given the most hideous flurorescent pink translucent pen, shaped like a little guy with big hair, a lopsided smile and stupid googly eyes, and very large feet, arms outstretched.

Bitchy!Minion and our other neighbour, Obnoxious!Minion decided that they would make him our new mascott.

On the first day, they tied a string around his neck and attached him to the cubicle wall with a thumbtack.

On the second day, they cut up some vinyl cloth and draped it over him, then cut it up some more and fitted sleeves on his arms with scotch tape.

On the third day they wrote "Bob" on his shirt.

On the fourth day they made a "plank" out of scotch tape and perched him on it.

Now, every time one of us gets frustrated with a client, we make Suicide Bob walk the plank.

We are apparently very easily amused. :D

*sigh*

I've been trying not to spam LiveJournal today, since you're all very likely bored to tears with my whingeing about my job.

However, I wanted to tell you all about Suicide Bob, the newest Mascott in our row of cubicles at work.

Suicide Bob came into existence at the end of last week, when one of my colleagues, let's call him Bitchy!Minion attended a focus group on one of the services we offer, which is Roadside Assistance, formerly known as Mr. Rescue.

As a reward for his time and help, he was given the most hideous flurorescent pink translucent pen, shaped like a little guy with big hair, a lopsided smile and stupid googly eyes, and very large feet, arms outstretched.

Bitchy!Minion and our other neighbour, Obnoxious!Minion decided that they would make him our new mascott.

On the first day, they tied a string around his neck and attached him to the cubicle wall with a thumbtack.

On the second day, they cut up some vinyl cloth and draped it over him, then cut it up some more and fitted sleeves on his arms with scotch tape.

On the third day they wrote "Bob" on his shirt.

On the fourth day they made a "plank" out of scotch tape and perched him on it.

Now, every time one of us gets frustrated with a client, we make Suicide Bob walk the plank.

We are apparently very easily amused. :D

...

Stupid job.

...

Stupid job.

So much for not spamming LJ

One hour and fifteen minutes left until the end of my day.

I should find something more productive to do with my time at work than spam LJ. I wish I had all the software I needed here to futz with the look of my LJ, but sadly that has to wait until I get home. :P

Going to talk to Abi tonight on the phone, unless she gets home too late from Barnes & Noble.

Poor sweetie is having more job woes than I am, if you can credit it. Apparently they're just looking for an excuse to fire her right now, including monitoring ALL of her internet access, including on her lunch breaks. So she doesn't have access to LJ at all (she turned off the internet at home).

We've been emailing a bit back and forth, but the phone is an okay medium of conversation too, I guess. Did you ever think to hear those words come out of my mouth? ;)

I'm going to cancel my cell phone account when I leave here (so in about a month's time altogether), because I could probably use the extra $40 a month for something more useful.

So much for not spamming LJ

One hour and fifteen minutes left until the end of my day.

I should find something more productive to do with my time at work than spam LJ. I wish I had all the software I needed here to futz with the look of my LJ, but sadly that has to wait until I get home. :P

Going to talk to Abi tonight on the phone, unless she gets home too late from Barnes & Noble.

Poor sweetie is having more job woes than I am, if you can credit it. Apparently they're just looking for an excuse to fire her right now, including monitoring ALL of her internet access, including on her lunch breaks. So she doesn't have access to LJ at all (she turned off the internet at home).

We've been emailing a bit back and forth, but the phone is an okay medium of conversation too, I guess. Did you ever think to hear those words come out of my mouth? ;)

I'm going to cancel my cell phone account when I leave here (so in about a month's time altogether), because I could probably use the extra $40 a month for something more useful.

Forty minutes...

Everything is going well in my life: I have a girlfriend, I'm leaving the job I hate, I have a few job prospects which should turn out okay, and I have more stability now than I've had in more than two years emotionally.

So why the f*ck am I on the verge of tears?

Forty minutes...

Everything is going well in my life: I have a girlfriend, I'm leaving the job I hate, I have a few job prospects which should turn out okay, and I have more stability now than I've had in more than two years emotionally.

So why the f*ck am I on the verge of tears?