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Once again, the Stars have it.
Oct. 19th, 2002 02:39 pmToday's Horoscope:
It's a good thing that the weekend is here, because Pisces can really use a rest. You've spent all that you can comfortably spend. Now you have the luxury of pleasing yourself with stored memories.
If that isn't the ever-lovin', blue-eyed truth (as my dad likes to say). Yesterday was the day from hell. It started out okay - despite a visit from Aunt Flo and the fact that a cold prevented my weekend of Albany Redux (which Jeff insisted sounded too much like a disease to be fun, which made me giggle heartily). I was doing okay. Then around 4pm, I was trying to get a survey out of this woman over the phone. She kept acting like she didn't understand the questions, so I re-stated them. At least 5 times a question, no matter how simple it was. And I was keeping my cool, despite my mounting frustration. Almost at the end, I was just trying to get finished with her, when all of a sudden, she starts screaming at me that I'm intentionally making her feel like a stupid idiot with these questions and trying to manipulate her answers. Then the shrieking got undecipherable, and I got flustered and hung up the phone.
And then the bitch called BACK. And spoke to Rachael (the really cool supervisior). Rachael, after listening to my side of things, seemed to be okay with what happened. But I was really upset and shaken besides. I know I haven't made my contempt for this job any sort of secret, but I've given them good results, have been respectful and on time, etc. Yesterday Amy and I were talking about how this stupid job has been really beating at our self-esteem and view of humanity. It's getting to all of us. Thank the Powers that it's over Monday or Tuesday, because I am getting even further down the end of my rope.
It's a good thing that the weekend is here, because Pisces can really use a rest. You've spent all that you can comfortably spend. Now you have the luxury of pleasing yourself with stored memories.
If that isn't the ever-lovin', blue-eyed truth (as my dad likes to say). Yesterday was the day from hell. It started out okay - despite a visit from Aunt Flo and the fact that a cold prevented my weekend of Albany Redux (which Jeff insisted sounded too much like a disease to be fun, which made me giggle heartily). I was doing okay. Then around 4pm, I was trying to get a survey out of this woman over the phone. She kept acting like she didn't understand the questions, so I re-stated them. At least 5 times a question, no matter how simple it was. And I was keeping my cool, despite my mounting frustration. Almost at the end, I was just trying to get finished with her, when all of a sudden, she starts screaming at me that I'm intentionally making her feel like a stupid idiot with these questions and trying to manipulate her answers. Then the shrieking got undecipherable, and I got flustered and hung up the phone.
And then the bitch called BACK. And spoke to Rachael (the really cool supervisior). Rachael, after listening to my side of things, seemed to be okay with what happened. But I was really upset and shaken besides. I know I haven't made my contempt for this job any sort of secret, but I've given them good results, have been respectful and on time, etc. Yesterday Amy and I were talking about how this stupid job has been really beating at our self-esteem and view of humanity. It's getting to all of us. Thank the Powers that it's over Monday or Tuesday, because I am getting even further down the end of my rope.
