|Mad Ravings & Bad Cravings
Its pretty self-explanitory.
Wednesday, February 19, 2003
Oh crap! I forgot.
I updated 'As Yet, Unknown'. There isn't much there yet, but its a start!
To be continued...posted by Josie | 3:48 PM
So, today I heard from an old friend. First time in awhile... we had a bad falling out last year. Eh, I'm not sure how I feel about it. I wrote her back, quite a long e-mail actually. We'll see what happens.
Speaking of old friends, there are a couple of other old friends that I would rather *like* to hear from again. The Anke to my Ushi. The fellow Shawn lover. My best friend through so many years, so many good and bad times. I don't even remember why we ended up barely speaking by the time HS Graduation happened - our lives just took different paths I guess. But I miss ya Crozzie! If ever you read this, gimme a call...or an e-mail. I heard you've got a baby! I'm so sad I've missed that.
To be continued...posted by Josie | 3:46 PM
Tuesday, February 18, 2003
Ahh...a dinky counter. I always liked counters. I don't know why, since they're also something I 'ranted' about constantly!
Be ever grateful that you are *not* job searching in this one-horse town. I hear people bitching constantly - Oh, I live in Seattle sure, but there are no jobs here - and I'm sick of it. If I go into the classifieds for Seattle, there are 1500 ads and openings. Swallow your pride and go to McDonald's, its better than being completely out of work. That said, I live in a smallish town with nothing nearby (of size, that is). There are really, no opportunities here, unless you are an RN or NAC. Now granted, I could take that the course for 6 weeks and become a NAC, but since blood and vomit make me...vomit....I'm pretty sure that isn't the job for me. I have applied at the dreaded fast-food chains - to no avail. Apparently even McDonald's can be selective about who they hire when 1/2 the town is looking for work. Bah.
I've seen the job markets in many other cities (trying to find a place to move to, should the money come available). There is work out there, even if it is fast food or telemarketing. Frankly, right now, after two and a half months without a job, I would be ecstatic to do either one! I hate not working. Especially since it means I probably won't be able to get back to school...right away.
Also...cats. We always had cats growing up. At least one, anyway. Right now, in this small old home, we have four. I think that's too many. My dearly departed Dad (God, I miss him) had a cat...she's ancient, but still alive. Her name is Bonnie, short for Ebony, and she's grouchy :P My sister's cat (she can't have it with her right now) is also here. Cannabis (she was cross-eyed as a kitten and Sis' friend said she looked stoned...Cannabis stuck) is her name. Then, when I was living with HP a few years back, I adopted Juno Felicity (Travis and Amy made me take her home, and I never regretted it). She's a darling, everyone loves her. Finally, just weeks after Pookie moved in, we were at Fred Meyer's. A little girl had a boxful of kittens to give away. He was sooooo adorable, petting the little babies, that when he asked to bring one home, I caved. Now we also have Zeus. He's a fireball. Love him, but damn, the cat next door is in heat, I think, and he isn't fixed yet. I think we're gonna end up with little black kittens in a few months ;P Plus, he's driving us crazy, constantly wanting to go outside and chase 'Mama-kitty' (That's what Pook and I call the cat next door, since she just had a litter last year. The kittens used to come over and play with Zeus, until they were given away). At least we're the owners of the Papa not the Mama, so it won't technically be our problem. Will it? I don't know. I've never had an unfixed animal before. As soon as we can afford it, Zeus is becoming a Eunich. ;P
Monday, February 17, 2003
Ack! In my last little (hah!) post, I mentioned some old nicknames. I forgot about Ushi...Lourdan (also Lourdan Hazei in DAoC/Iseult/Albion). Hmm... Meanwhile, as I desperately try to rename Summit (of Madaya, my current project) I can't even come up with a name for myself!
Oh! Wait, my real name shows up?! Ack! Must change that too.
HP wants me to call Summit something like Covara. I think that's too girly for the only female Commander in the entire Tavian army...but that's just me. Man, Pookie is still sleeping! We had a late *wink wink* night last night with Miss Judy out of town (Miss Judy aka Mom...don't ask why I call her that, it just happened one day and stuck).
Well its been a very long time since I last posted to a weblog/diary sort of thing. Last time I was masochistically getting my heart thrashed repeatedly by 'AA'. I can't remember how I referred to him, though he has since become 'The Bastard'. My fiancè (is that the right accent? *shrug*) likes to call him 'Pop Rocks' now, having heard most of the sordid tale... I'm sure you can draw your own conclusions as to how that name came about.
So...after that mess, jobless and living in a strange city 300 miles away from my friends and family (except for my Dear Pookie, who of course moved with me), what did I do? The most evil, hateful job possible...I went to work for a phone company. No, worse than that, a telemarketing company who was comissioned to act as 'Customer Service' for this Mid-Western phone company. I hired on, with a sign-on bonus (if I had been paying attention I'd have realized sign-on bonuses were frequently used to entice people into the high-turnover world of telemarketing, but I was blind), under the impression that I was to be a 'Customer Service Representative' for this unnamed MAJOR phone company. After two weeks of learning everything possible about their plans, their rates, their DSL, the instructor looked at us and smiled with this wicked little smile (don't get me wrong, I adored Judy P., but the smile was a little scary) and told us. "Don't forget the call cycle! Upsell, rebuttal, upsell, rebuttal! And if its a CRU, you had better remember your save attempts!" I was shocked to find out that we were salespeople. Horrible, hung-up on constantly, hated salespeople. The one saving grace to this awful job...the customers were calling us, not vice versa. Of course, if you have ever called your phone company to add or remove a service, and gotten a long, tedious sales pitch, you may very well have talked to me. It was terrible, but you get used to it. I was especially good at selling little things, or upgrading your package (It'll save you money in the long run, listen to these numbers!). But I was also very talented at getting hung up on. After the first bad review (having been monitored by the Supervisor and given a 50% on my calls), I realized something. If I wanted to keep my job, I was going to have to do the required call cycle, even if it meant getting hung-up on. So, against all my instincts and definately against my better judgement, I turned into a machine on those phones! I got 100% QA reviews everytime. Hell, they even had the 'big boys' from that unnamed company, listening in on my calls (Client Monitoring allowed the Phone Company bigwigs to listen in on the Telemarketing Company's employees - just to make sure they were doing their jobs)! And though my numbers blew goats - I wasn't the worst saleswoman on the floor, but I was pretty far from the top of the bonus list - I was making good money, and always made production goals.
Why am I telling the world this? I don't know. It surely doesn't matter to anyone but me. So, to make a long story short (well, its a little late for that, but bear with me a few minutes more), I loved the people at this House of Evil out by the airport in a city 300 miles from my home, but I despised the job. And when the Holidays came around, and when my fiancé was laid-off, we basically said, "Screw the lease"; then we packed up a HUGE Budget Truck (the only one they had available on Thanksgiving Eve, lol, but at least we got it for the price of the small one) with our meager possessions and moved back to the one-horse town we had fought so hard to get out of.
I guess I've ranted and raved for about five paragraphs too long, so I'll sign off. Except that, I don't really have a name anymore. A handle, a nick. I used venusbati as the blog's url...but I haven't gone by that in years. Or Sweet Tangerine (I love ya Happy Potato!). Or Posie. Or Shalisa Whiteoak. Bleh. I'll just use something less complicated.
~Pookie's Angelposted by Josie | 2:02 PM