Listening to the Wolf is slowly driving me crazy...
The Wolf is your average classic rock station. The Stones. The Beatles. And because I Am Canadian; The Hip. Every single day, they play a little David Wilcox and they always have some Metallica nearby. I hate to admit that I've outgrown pop music, but I have. I simply cannot listen to dance or rap music, if it isn't from the 80's. Don't even get me started on house. But The Wolf is just too damned much. Because these classic songs have an annoying habit of sticking around a lot longer than it just having been played. For the past 2 days I've been having the song November Rain on repeat in my brain. Today's mindmusic is Patience. So, actually, thinking a little deeper about my issue, maybe it is just Guns N' Roses that I have a problem with. (Well that and my grammar. I'll give someone a loonie if they can tell me how to reword the fifth sentence from this one, properly.)
Wasting more time at work
I don't know why my work has scheduled so many of us for morning shift. For the past hour each morning, we just sit in queue waiting for a call. So, silly little challenges have begun. Today's included using the word ying-yang without getting a call from Quality thereafter. Other challenges? Try using the words zebra or yeti at least once during a conversation without getting questioned. Best one? Have you tried powercycling your cellphone yeti? And I zebra your last memos that you've been having issues with your Blackberry. Hehehe, so when you are talking to someone in customer care and they suddenly have to put you on hold for no explanation, they are probably trying hard not to laugh at someone else, or have just managed to insert their own word of the day without you realizing it.
I'm just average.
Speaking about Quality, I have yet to get a more than decent review at work. I'm getting the job done, and I know that I have earned a 5 (which is the best score that you can get) during a number of conversations, but they have yeti to be noticed by someone who is judging my performance. 3 is about as high as I can muster. I've only got a 2 once, which is deemed Below Standard. And for the record, if you get a 1, you're toast. It means you've either sworn your fucking ass off at a customer, or have severely breached company standards that can hold them legally responsible for your actions. In my eyes, 4 means you've remembered to say everything you're supposed to say in one conversation even if it isn't really pertinent to the situation, and 5 just means you're a kiss-ass. And someone important was listening.
It's all about who you know...
Speaking about kiss-asses, I tend to sit next to them. Not because I have a general fondness for kiss-asses personally, but that they are generally the most well-prepared people around. They are the ones with the spare pens (and pencils, and staplers, highlighters, bloody manuals and the kitchen sink to boot). They usually remember all the tiny details that you glossed over but now need to know. Why? Because they highlighted all those parts during breaktime while I was out for a smoke. Honestly though, I'm happy to report that I am no longer using the so-called kiss-asses anymore. I actually am starting to like most of them for themselves now.
Peace.