After a hard day at work ...
Sep. 22nd, 2003 10:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosAbout the phone thing ... look, I spent seven months as a telemarketer, all right? Seven months of blood, sweat, and lost brain cells dealing with people too stupid to just say "NO" and hang up a phone. That means, according to some stupid rule, that I have "good telephone skills". Apparently, "good telephone skills" are in short supply, since if it involves calling people and harassing them, I'm the perfect candidate.
Let's establish something right here and right now -- just because I can do something doesn't mean I want to do it. Theoretically, I can french-kiss a pit bull, but you don't see me going to underground dog fights and making goo-goo eyes at the snarling competitors.
That said, one more pet peeve to bitch about -- on-hold music that sounds like the bad piano player in a lounge act. If I'm sitting there minding my own business and doing my damn job, and all of a sudden I expect to see a little trolley drive past on its way to the Land of Make-Believe, that's not good.
Oh, and if anybody buys me this, this, and/or this, I will be your official "Get Out of Celibacy" card for at least the next year and a half.
Yeah, so I already have sex with you people all the time. At least now, I'll be decorative and socially conscious while I put out.
Let's establish something right here and right now -- just because I can do something doesn't mean I want to do it. Theoretically, I can french-kiss a pit bull, but you don't see me going to underground dog fights and making goo-goo eyes at the snarling competitors.
That said, one more pet peeve to bitch about -- on-hold music that sounds like the bad piano player in a lounge act. If I'm sitting there minding my own business and doing my damn job, and all of a sudden I expect to see a little trolley drive past on its way to the Land of Make-Believe, that's not good.
Oh, and if anybody buys me this, this, and/or this, I will be your official "Get Out of Celibacy" card for at least the next year and a half.
Yeah, so I already have sex with you people all the time. At least now, I'll be decorative and socially conscious while I put out.
