From killats@aol.com Mon Jun 29 22:13:04 1998
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Subject: warning: long post about my job
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sometimes i have to answer the phone and take orders from people that actually
like the music we sell. i'm on the phone with this one character who likes to
call in orders and call in a few hours later just to complicate things, by
adding something, deleting it or generally asking assisine questions. i left a
package on the desk next to the computer to answer the phone. it had my
unmistakeable handwriting on it. you cannot mistake it for anyone else's there.
if you do, you are either dead or acting like it.
so anywaythere is this this woman who works there, with a pronounced limp, a
voice like a jackal, and a haircut like a mom with tempermental and destructive
children , who is the drunk with power type that really has no power at all in
her job. she starts in literally top of her voice hollaring about the package.
who's is it. why is it there? why isn't it on someone's desk? she goes into
detail about regulations and orders and all this other company crap that all
the crackheads there don't care about. meanwhile, i am trying to talk to this
menacing opera fan on the phone. he calls me laura. i told him that was my
name. if you tell a customer your real name they start calling and asking for
you by name to take their order. like it's going to make you feel special or
wanted. like it's going to validate all those possible feelings of
worthlessness.....

so finally, after literally a cold and grating five full minutes of her
constant nonsense and pressing the question of the wonder-package i finally
put the phone on hold and turn around, throw my pen right at the back of her
head and say "it's mine. it's not yours, or anyone else's. it's not yours to
question. it's nothing to do with you OR your tiny tim looking ass. so shut the
fuck up, limp back to your own goddamn desk and stop acting like this job has
any importance in the universe because it doesn't." (i know i said it prety
much like this because my coworker wrote down what i wrote, she wants to write
a book about our dumb job)

so she limps back to her desk. then mutters something and i say, "if i hear
your voice again i am going to kill your children. "

she shut up.

ats

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