Winding, Crooked Trails

Shared Expressions and Musings with a Connection to the Origin of Things and a Surly Hatred of Progress and Development along with a Churlish Resistance to all Popular Improvements (except for HDTV and Dolby 5:1 surround sound and maybe Books on CD) (thanks Ed)

Tuesday, October 19, 2004

I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now

I hate when work wakes me up in the middle of the night but it did so after playing around on the computer for awhile I just decided to come on in here. I have a pretty fancy title but when it comes down to it I'm basically a customer service rep which is fine when things are going well but when we're struggling it's quite wearing. Like now. My main customer is a huge world renowned corporation and they are ridiculously demanding. So many people with so much time on their hands. We're only 15 minutes away so they are here all the time. One of my main contacts is a young girl, mid 20's or so, who I had as a summer student 5 years ago when I worked there and later hired permanently. Her job is to track everything we make for them which is lots of stuff and she is fucking relentless. A note taker, naive, but makes up for her lack of knowledge with her thoroughness and her school teacher (her degree) approach. Five to ten emails a day, nearly as many phone calls, a two hour visit at least every other week, sometimes more. It's all I can do to hide how crazy she drives me. Loud singsong voice, always starts with "Hiiiiiiiii" when she calls. I wish so badly I hadn't hired her then she wouldn't be there now and driving me insane. Add all the others in who email, call, visit, demand........next thing you know you're awake in the middle of the night. The other day I actually thought about quitting....wtf was I thinking? First thing I'd have to do is buy a car to get home. Then get health insurance? Right. Um, whataya mean declined, I only had the one heart attack and it was just quadruple bypass. Then find someone else to pay me what they do here. Aint gonna happen, not even close. One of these days though. I like imagining what it would feel like. Maybe I could just take a cab home and I really never do get sick anymore. I must be maturing; this girl is attractive, great body, but I wouldn't do her ever, no way, even if I could. So not sexy. Life is too short for not sexy. That's just my opinion. This reads like I've had too much coffee.