Friday 29 October 2010

Sleeping In A Call Centre

Jesus, how many times does the phone want to ring...? Once is fair do's, it happens, twice, likewise. 3 times, starts to get annoying, 4 times is just frustrating, 5 times is just ridiculously stupid and 6 ... well, someone out there doesn't like me.

And I only went to sleep 35 minutes ago. So I thought, f*** it I'll stay awake for a bit longer. I'll come on here to vent my frustrations instead of lying wide awake listening to the ring ring of the phone every 5 minutes. 3 of those occasions were the SAME Estate Agent asking where my Grandmother's bungalow was. Seriously, he has to be the worst Estate Agent I've ever heard about if he can't place a house.

Yep, Mother and Uncle Mitten have decided they're going to sell the outdated little bungalow on the corner of Haylands Way to some sucker ... I mean ... lovely person who will look after the old thing and maybe update it a bit.

I'm very tired aswell. There goes the phone again, I don't joke. 7 times.... I think it's my Mother's work colleague who has got bored at work after an hour and a half and decided to have a high volume chat with a lot of gasps and shrieks. Seriously, if that phone starts ringing once more, especially when I've got to sleep, I will go down and snap the cable. With my teeth. Anything, for a bit of sleep!

And it's not as if I've got it easy tonight either. Some egid who did the rotas forgot to add a 3rd person for tonight and tomorrow night, so I'm stuck doing EVERYTHING on the 2 busiest nights of the week with the moodiest manager of them all coming in, in the morning. Incidentally, she was in a fairly good mood AGAIN this morning, which is as rare as an Edwin Van De Sar hat-trick, but I'm fairly convinced it was because everything was in good order.

Tomorrow, they most certainly won't be, which means cue depressing manager. I won't take it.

Interest is also gathering in the 'BP Crimbo Do' which doesn't make any sense. The place has to be open 24/7, so surely everyone can't go? Still, I'm making sure I'm in attendance even if I have to skip work for it! I need a party at the moment and to let my hair down, (even if it is fairly short), and no one is going to stand in my way. I've heard the rumours about work do's anyway...

Right, Mother Mitten is off the phone, for the 7th time this morning and HOPEFULLY, (although I'm not holding out much hope), there is no one else that could possibly ring! Sleep very much needed, otherwise I'm not making it to work tonight, let alone football training.

'Ring, ring'.... Oh no....

x

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