i havent been posting. blame it on the work. i feel so drained at the end of the day i dont feel like doing anything else but sleep. sleep. must catch up on sleep... my throat hurts real bad. yeah. from all the talking and explaining and dealing with irate callers who insist it was me who gave them the wrong no. uhm, ma'am i was not the one. i swear. promise. im trying my very best to help you. did you just call me fucking retard? breathe in, breathe out. inhale, exhale...


the horror of it all. since the company landed this new account calls have been queuing like crazy. 159. 262. goodness. you dont even have time to sip your coffee. or look around. or blink. how the hell do they expect us to remain cheerful 9 hours a day, five days in a week when it seems like the whole continent is burning the lines? my cheekbones hurt from all the effort of trying to sound lively. my ass, well, its flat. ter.


so as not to sound like the month's most ungrateful employee, i should say im still fortunate. i mean. i get paid. everyone keeps saying that its still too low for a call center but im happy with what im getting. im able to buy the books that i want and the vcds that i like so im keeping my mouth shut in this issue. im in a shopping frenzy. 3 days after payday and broke for the rest of the month. hehe. atleast i can watch casablanca, tootsie, an affair to remember and chances are many times over. yehey!


anyway, im thinking of changing the title of this blog. how does The Adventures of the Alzheimers Kid sound? tsk. tsk. to date i have lost a mug, an umbrella, pens, notebooks and handkerchiefs. what can i say. my disorder is kicking in like crazy. overtime. should get myself one of those remembralls...