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This morning started out fairly decent. Things were going along relatively well - stuff that needed to be done was done. Then, I got back from lunch and all Hell broke loose.
Maybe it was my proposing "Pageanism" as a new religion. So named because "The Cult of Steven Page" would be too ooky and would have the man issuing a collective restraining order to anyone willing to call themselves "Pageans". *quits while she's ahead*
If it wasn't people wanting me to give them insurance quotes off the top of my head (I *wish* I could do that - but my spontaneous quote versus the reality would be too wildly divergent for anyone's good.), it was people bitching about things I had very little control over. Let me tell you, I *heart* people that do that kind of shit. Just makes my day all that more miserable.
It was so bad that after one person essentially lit into me, telling me that she didn't like the service, didn't think anyone in the office knew anything, blah blah blah, I had to put her on hold so she wouldn't hear me crying. I FUCKING LOST IT. Most days, that kind of thing just rolls off my back. No big deal - they're pissed at the situation, not me. Today, for some reason, it really upset me, and I lost it. After I got off the phone with her, I sat there at my desk and cried. Then, I put all my notes into the computer, writing a note to myself in the meantime. I had to remind myself that she wasn't pissed at *me*, she was pissed at the *situation*. I was the unfortunate soul that had the chutzpah to pick up the phone when it rang back to my office, and got to hear her litany of gripes at the world. Lucky me.
After getting through that Inner Circle of Hell-worthy debacle (barely), I put a Barenaked Ladies CD into the CD-ROM drive on my work computer and felt a bit happier again. But, by then, I'd had a chance to cool my heels and talk to Sherry about the whole epsiode - which had me reduced to laughter at some points. Proof that while I was down, I certainly wasn't out. :)
But still, that really made for a sucky day. Although Sherry decided that the "Alpha Bitch" pin I'd gotten for her (I was supposed to get 4 of them for our department - the shop only had one) would be award every week to a CSR with the bitchiest client. Yes, we're willing to share. And to show that we're working on our pissy attitudes, we even have the Smile On A Stick. How better to deliver bad news to a producer, than with a smile plastered on your face?
Now, I think I'm gonna read through the local alterna-weekly (going right to "Savage Love" of course!), watch "South Park" and just lay low tonight. I don't think I'd be too much fun to be around this evening. :-/
{Kellie, if you're reading this, and it's not too late, give me a call if you want. I'm not avoiding you or anything. Just having a cruddy week and feel like hiding out. Love you sweetie!}
Maybe it was my proposing "Pageanism" as a new religion. So named because "The Cult of Steven Page" would be too ooky and would have the man issuing a collective restraining order to anyone willing to call themselves "Pageans". *quits while she's ahead*
If it wasn't people wanting me to give them insurance quotes off the top of my head (I *wish* I could do that - but my spontaneous quote versus the reality would be too wildly divergent for anyone's good.), it was people bitching about things I had very little control over. Let me tell you, I *heart* people that do that kind of shit. Just makes my day all that more miserable.
It was so bad that after one person essentially lit into me, telling me that she didn't like the service, didn't think anyone in the office knew anything, blah blah blah, I had to put her on hold so she wouldn't hear me crying. I FUCKING LOST IT. Most days, that kind of thing just rolls off my back. No big deal - they're pissed at the situation, not me. Today, for some reason, it really upset me, and I lost it. After I got off the phone with her, I sat there at my desk and cried. Then, I put all my notes into the computer, writing a note to myself in the meantime. I had to remind myself that she wasn't pissed at *me*, she was pissed at the *situation*. I was the unfortunate soul that had the chutzpah to pick up the phone when it rang back to my office, and got to hear her litany of gripes at the world. Lucky me.
After getting through that Inner Circle of Hell-worthy debacle (barely), I put a Barenaked Ladies CD into the CD-ROM drive on my work computer and felt a bit happier again. But, by then, I'd had a chance to cool my heels and talk to Sherry about the whole epsiode - which had me reduced to laughter at some points. Proof that while I was down, I certainly wasn't out. :)
But still, that really made for a sucky day. Although Sherry decided that the "Alpha Bitch" pin I'd gotten for her (I was supposed to get 4 of them for our department - the shop only had one) would be award every week to a CSR with the bitchiest client. Yes, we're willing to share. And to show that we're working on our pissy attitudes, we even have the Smile On A Stick. How better to deliver bad news to a producer, than with a smile plastered on your face?
Now, I think I'm gonna read through the local alterna-weekly (going right to "Savage Love" of course!), watch "South Park" and just lay low tonight. I don't think I'd be too much fun to be around this evening. :-/
{Kellie, if you're reading this, and it's not too late, give me a call if you want. I'm not avoiding you or anything. Just having a cruddy week and feel like hiding out. Love you sweetie!}
