Girl Meets World

'Hi. I'm calling from yadda yadda yadda. This is regarding an invitation to attend the launch of blablabla's new network performance application monitor...yadda yadda yadda...'

I say the same line to the hundreds of people I call.

So in one word, work is B-O-R-I-N-G.

What the hell is a network performance monitor man?! I read the bloody brochures they give me and I've still no clue how it 'maximises network growth and performance' or 'troubleshoots network issues'. Sheesh.

Unfortunately for me Tiff, there aren't any cute bois, just old uncles with fat bellies. *"Drools"* So nothing kinky la, which is probably why my job bores me to death. Furthermore, I dare not serve the net cause my friend who previously worked there said the company has a net tracker which is able to track from the sites you serve to the messages you sent via MSN messenger. So yeah.

But I suppose it's easy money, so I really shouldn't be complaining. But the job really is monotonous. And not to mention, my left ear heats up from the constant pressing of the telephone speakers against my ear. And I'm also forced to put up with rude bastards and bitches and the oh-so-gay telephone hold musics. AND, the air-con vent is just beneath where my cubicle is. Freezing, I tell you.

Well, there you go. That's my job. And that's ALL I do at work, the WHOLE day long.

Now I'm contemplating taking on a telemarketing/telesurveying job. My friend invited me to join her. The job however lasts for a month! Heck, I'm barely making it through the day with my current job, do you think I'll survive a month of WORKING?!

Sigh.

God, just point me to the white light.