Greetings, chumps!
Well, I just stupidly dropped my smartphone upon my right cheek. It seems I’ve been dropping things lately. My grip is not as tight. My reflexes are slower. And I made of couple of huffing noises at work. I really don’t care anymore. I’m forcing myself to care.
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To my temp job from hell,
Y’all can go to hell. Stop sending your phone calls to my area. I can hear your customers laughing over the phones. These spooks won’t get answers from me. To shut them up, I’ll just write off everything.
Since I don’t know all your damn SOP, I’ll play dumb and make your company look bad because none says anything about going after them.
I certainly refuse to be a tool to determine how y’all wanna add/delete/edit to your damn SOP. I didn’t sign up to change your SOP.
I’m not going to say anything important during the staff meeting. Y’all survived doing the same crappy SOP. So I’ll play along and just do my work. Y’all don’t bother me. I won’t bother y’all.
I didn’t expect y’all to dump a full-time employee’s crap unto moi or offer a lead/supervisory role or full-time work.
As a matter of fact, keep the older temp woman. She knows how to do AP, AR, collections, and credits. I sent her an IM that we need her here and that she can stay. I only know data entry.
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At 1110 Monday morning 6-1-2015, I’ve got a customer on the phone. She was a laughing elderly lady and probably inhaled something gaseous.
Anyway, she said something about the lady with a British accent. She was referring to me.
Earlier this year, I got a customer on the phone. He said that I sounded British.
So folks, I’m really British though my current identity is assigned as an Asian.
Perhaps, I’m one of those mind-controlled victims, who after abuse and torture by TPTB and pals, assumes a British accent.
When under stress, I noticed the pitch of my voice rises higher, as if childlike, bubbly, and happy. I also doing more British.
I’ve never been to the U.K. or communicate with English accents. I’m amazed at myself.
Perhaps, I’m really supposed to be an actor, who is out for attention and seeks recognition, like my other relatives.
We would do anything to fit the role as needed. If y’all want me to be professional, I’ll lower my voice.
If y’all want me to be naughty, my voice modulation is lowered, too. I also can sound like a bitch over the phone when irritated.
Plus, the speed of my voice increases when the bitches over the phone speaks faster than necessary.
I hate dealing with humanz/people. It’s difficult enough to crack a sincere smile and show genuine interest, which I’m not!
Anyway, back off. I really want my money back. Y’all can keep your open door policy and conspiracies to yourselves.
It’s only storytelling.
With lots of hisses,
Evil Kitty
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