I don't think I've ever explained how deeply I hate my job. It's gone to the degree that I get stomach aches and a faint sense of nausea when packing my bag and preparing to head out to work. I sit at work and feel bad, always wondering if my next customer is going to be another "I'm going to take out my axe and kill my children if you don't fix this right this minute"-psycho or another "Oh. Yeah. Well... Erhm.."-person that never answers a single question and makes my trouble-shooting near impossible.
You guessed it, I work for customer support at an ISP, one of the most thankless jobs in existence. I sit here for somewhere between four and eight hours a day, four or five days a week, swallowing everything from verbal abuse to veiled insults.
My impression of humanity, which wasn't good before I started working here almost four years ago, has fallen to rock bottom. The people I see on the subway on my way too and from are no longer ordinary people to me, I can hear their complaints and stupid questions even though they just sit there, reading a magazine or looking out the window. I can hear their "But I've paid my bill, I promise!" when they look around. I can almost smell their incompetence when I get too close to them.
I have got to quit this job some time soon and start doing something that is a little more intellectually challenging. Hell, even plumbing or a bicycle delivery service would be a decent upgrade at the moment.
No, I think I'd prefer to buy a lottery ticket and win something like $65,000,000. I'd pay off all of my debts, my parent's debts, my sister & her husband's debts and spend the rest of my life studying at the university, playing computer games, writing poetry & fiction and composing music. Ah, what a good life it would be.
... but until then, I'll just sit here and take more calls from angry customers.
You guessed it, I work for customer support at an ISP, one of the most thankless jobs in existence. I sit here for somewhere between four and eight hours a day, four or five days a week, swallowing everything from verbal abuse to veiled insults.
My impression of humanity, which wasn't good before I started working here almost four years ago, has fallen to rock bottom. The people I see on the subway on my way too and from are no longer ordinary people to me, I can hear their complaints and stupid questions even though they just sit there, reading a magazine or looking out the window. I can hear their "But I've paid my bill, I promise!" when they look around. I can almost smell their incompetence when I get too close to them.
I have got to quit this job some time soon and start doing something that is a little more intellectually challenging. Hell, even plumbing or a bicycle delivery service would be a decent upgrade at the moment.
No, I think I'd prefer to buy a lottery ticket and win something like $65,000,000. I'd pay off all of my debts, my parent's debts, my sister & her husband's debts and spend the rest of my life studying at the university, playing computer games, writing poetry & fiction and composing music. Ah, what a good life it would be.
... but until then, I'll just sit here and take more calls from angry customers.
loretta:
min polare... som kpte det t mig har hllit p ett och ett halvt r, plus att min brorsa har hllit p aslnge med. S jag vet. Jag hoppas att jag ska kunna hlla mig p en lagom nive 