Call Center
Sometimes I feel like a call center agent coz my life damn feels like it! Most of the people I know call on me when there’s a problem. They seem to only remember me when their PC bogged down…when there’s a problem in the relationship…when there’s a bill to be settled…or if the freaking car wont start! *sigh* That’s why sometimes I ask myself if those people just plain dont know how to have a life or I have this certain magnet inside me that says "FOR ALL YOUR TROUBLES…CALL ME!"
I don’t know how real life customer support agents do it. They must be masters in psychiatry or have a hell of a party every night to be able to cope with all the stress, depression, complaints, and curses of their clients. Their one advantage over me? It’s an 8 or 9 hr job. Whereas mine feels like a 24/7 one-man team job!
Well…for the purposes of discussion and fairness…its not all depression and complaints I get. Sometimes, there are moments where I’m awarded fleeting hours of silence. Mostly because I’m at the office and working. That’s my real job by the way. But when my mobile phone rings or my messaging client buzzes, I cringe and hope that it wont be an emotional turmoil for me.
Maybe a hermit’s life ain’t so bad after all.
P.S. If you haven’t read my post "Amusing and Ironic"…now’s a good time. Welcome 2006! A year of promise? Not!
