Since moving to Wisconsin and back, major life-changing moments have occured. We have a new president, gay people can get married in Iowa now, your mom probably started Twittering, the world went ape-shit over a Scottish woman with a nice voice and overgrown eyebrows, and that reality show on TLC with all the kids? The one with the sextuplets? As of Monday, it's now, Jon Minus Kate Plus Eight.
But if wondering how the drama of a "regular, ordinary family" would unfold, hasn't kept my mind off the fact that I still needed a job, then the daily bills and the constant phone calls from credit card representatives have.
Luckily, I found a job. One of those, florescent-lit, creaky computer chair-sitting, mysterious weird cabbage and feet smelling corner, call center jobs. It was easy to find and even easier to get, since apparently, they'll hire anyone. The guy I sat next to while I waited for an interview, told me he was so hungover he felt like "throwing up chunks." The guy currently sits next to me in my training class.
The training isn't so bad. The trainer, on the other hand? He hates socializing, hates any other kind of music than Led Zepplin, enjoys dressing up as a warrior and having battles with other Dundgeon and Dragon nerds, drinks 3 pots of coffee a day, smokes 2 packs a day and eats a pound of bacon every Sunday. He's 44 years old, but looks like he's in his mid-60s. If there was ever a need for a poster child of how not to live life, he would be the perfect candidate.
And though this job offers great medical and dental benefits with an even greater discount on Verizon Wireless phone service, I don't see myself hanging around here too long. The people are nice and friendly and a job indoors is always better than one outdoors, but it seems as if I'll be working with people who don't want to amount to anything.
Two people in my class, who've already had previous call center experience have said, they regret leaving their call center, because working in a call center is the best job ever and there's no need to work anywhere else. They've even given up going to school, because working at a call center "pays great and doesn't require a degree." There are even some employees who've stuck around for more than five years, earning an average of $12 an hour and have no plans to move on up. Mediocrity suits them fine.
They say birds of a feather, flock together, and if that's true, I have to get out as soon as I can. Leaving an actual paying job isn't smart, especially in this economy, so, the question that comes to mind is...when?
But if wondering how the drama of a "regular, ordinary family" would unfold, hasn't kept my mind off the fact that I still needed a job, then the daily bills and the constant phone calls from credit card representatives have.
Luckily, I found a job. One of those, florescent-lit, creaky computer chair-sitting, mysterious weird cabbage and feet smelling corner, call center jobs. It was easy to find and even easier to get, since apparently, they'll hire anyone. The guy I sat next to while I waited for an interview, told me he was so hungover he felt like "throwing up chunks." The guy currently sits next to me in my training class.
The training isn't so bad. The trainer, on the other hand? He hates socializing, hates any other kind of music than Led Zepplin, enjoys dressing up as a warrior and having battles with other Dundgeon and Dragon nerds, drinks 3 pots of coffee a day, smokes 2 packs a day and eats a pound of bacon every Sunday. He's 44 years old, but looks like he's in his mid-60s. If there was ever a need for a poster child of how not to live life, he would be the perfect candidate.
And though this job offers great medical and dental benefits with an even greater discount on Verizon Wireless phone service, I don't see myself hanging around here too long. The people are nice and friendly and a job indoors is always better than one outdoors, but it seems as if I'll be working with people who don't want to amount to anything.
Two people in my class, who've already had previous call center experience have said, they regret leaving their call center, because working in a call center is the best job ever and there's no need to work anywhere else. They've even given up going to school, because working at a call center "pays great and doesn't require a degree." There are even some employees who've stuck around for more than five years, earning an average of $12 an hour and have no plans to move on up. Mediocrity suits them fine.
They say birds of a feather, flock together, and if that's true, I have to get out as soon as I can. Leaving an actual paying job isn't smart, especially in this economy, so, the question that comes to mind is...when?
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