evapilotone

In the words of the great Peter Griffin

"You know what grinds my gears......"

Working, I fucking hate it, and I fucking hate it more because it's manditory because today's society is so based round cash you technically can't live without it.
Not to say you can't live happy without money.....it just makes it easier, you can treat yourself, your friends, your family, but often, most times it's better without money. One of my biggest pains is trying to economise my months earning so i don't spend it within 10 days of receiving it. Which fails on a monthly basis.

But my biggest gripe about my said work is the direct contact with the public, ok it's over the phone, but since i started working it's always been with people, whether it be serving them food, or serving them home insurance. But.....yes....but, one thing never changes, the public, you see, home insurance is complicated, and as such, there are booklets and schedules that get sent to you to READ them so you understand what we cover, what we don't, cancellation rights, payment methods and such.......
So, i ask you, why doesn't the general public realise this and READ the stuff we send them, for instance.....

Ahem

Customer: "Why am i being charged 30 to cancel my policy! No one told me this!"

Me: " *silent sigh* well sir/madam, this would ahve been read out to yourself when you took the policy and also these scripts are included in your documentation."

Customer: "Well!, i don't remember this. Where is it, I refuse to pay this, get me your Manager!"

Me: "My Manager won't say anything differant from myself sir/madam, please look and the last page of your policy booklet section A."

Customer: " Well! I still want to talk to your manager, right no.........oh.......i just found it......erm......here's my credit card number"

AYE! Too fucking right you give me that number you stupid basterd.

Alright i'm no genious, but i pride myself on my general common sense, and i for one (And i recommend you do to) know that if you buy a policy with a binding document, Please, Just please, READ THE FUCKING DOCUMENT!!!

Breathe, Just breathe............

So.......In short, i need to find a job i'll enjoy, that, afterall is the meaning of life in my opinion, Live life, Enjoy it, No Regrets.

So what else really "Grinds my gears", oh yeah, being single........

At this moment of time, i've reached the point when i'm in dire need of female company, desparate isn't it, but at the end of the day, who isn't........i miss having someone around, someone to talk to about anything, to do anything, and just enjoy my time with............

This how ever is something you can't work on, and just something i'll need to wait for....

But yeah, rant over, i'm done, i'll be here next friday, try the veal!

I'm off to recover from this shitty emo moment i've had, maybe i'll write a song about how my skateboard broke and how my mother doesn't understand me.......Or maybe i'll just go headbang the fuck out my neck to some Vader/Cannibal Corpse/Amon Amarth or all of the above.....

On a happy note, he's a dancing cat called Max, He's gorgeous