employment
so good news i bring to you readers of this blog..you need to find better things to do btw :P anyway, i got the job as a telemarketer. oh shock horror and coil away in disgust. i hate the job. i seriously do. the supervisors are a bunch of scowly unsmiling unfriendly ladies who i wont be surprised are demons in disguise. i cannot express enough how much i hate the job. its a pain and they practically rip out a page from the yellow pages and tell you to call up every single household there. they give you a script which you end up reciting over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. UGH. pay me already! i swear by the end of my shift, i'm tired of talking and listening. i just wanna walk home, take a nice hot shower, have dinner and sleep. but hey, at least its a job and they pay pretty good. i hate it tho. i need to get the sales average up. a piece of advice to people out there...never ever ever ever buy anything from a telemarketer. NEVER. and if possible, get a private number that is unlisted so that people like me wont have to call you and face your wrath from interrupting your family dinner. i try to be as polite as possible. but it just gets so mind-numbingly draining. feels like im a damn monkey on the phone. maybe they could train chimps and parrots to work together so they can be the telemarketers. sound good? well....more like cruelty towards animals actually. so leave it to the humans to work such a degrading job...have i mentioned how much i hate this job?
so last night after work, trudging back in the rain, tired as hell...many thanks to aud who helped turn on the heater in my room so i dont have to come back to a cold room..went to make dinner. god i hate having dinner alone. its really sad. its just as sad as being paid to sit for hours by a phone and harrass people to buy things they dont need. then sam came by for his food fix. talked with him for a while. and realised its been a while since i'd had a proper conversation with people. proper conversation as in you talk nonsense and not take things too seriously. omg do i sound so sad?? i meant a conversation outside my typical circle of friends besides the introductory hey-you're-new or the typical hey-we're-neighbours-and- i-should-be-nice nonsense. problem with living in a residence hall is not that you dont meet people. you meet tons of people. and most of them are nice. but the problem is that keeping in touch with them. cause you've all got different things to do. you do bump into each other and all, but its not for very long, cause when that does happen, you're both in the middle of something.
my IRD number just came in the post today. guess that means i'll have tax deducted from my pay. they say i can claim when i leave NZ for good or at the end of the year or something.
and sha said she just spotted cheaper air tickets to malaysia via MAS...sweet. by about $400. which is a lot. hopefully by tomorrow that offer'll still be up and maybe, just maybe, i'll get cheaper tickets. oh ye gods!! grant mercy!
maybe despite everything, things are starting to look up here. the chi is turning around...the planets are in the right alignment...the gods are in a good mood...whatever it is, maybe things arent so bad after all.
next trick is to work out the timetable to fit in the studying and all, which is usually half assed. but i want an A in English 111. simply cause i like having lectures on things like wallace and gromit.
hunnie has got laryngitis. she cant talk anymore..for about 3 weeks. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HHAHAHAHAA