Today wasn't really that exciting, all I did was go to work and come home. Well I guess there is a couple interesting things about my day.
I work at Focus Communications as a "customer service representative" but really I am an inbound telemarketer, which means that I don’t call people, they call me. I was scheduled to work today from 9.00am to 5.00pm. Unfortunately I was up really late last night, so I was extremely tired this morning. Well I guess it was a good thing because I un-accidentally slept in this morning until 11.00am. I slowly woke up and got ready. I came upstairs and went on the computer for 15 minutes. Then I woke up my dad and told him I need a ride.
He slowly got up and got ready to take me to work. We were out the door at 11.45am. I arrived at work at 12.00pm, and of course, no one noticed that I was late. That is because focus management sucks and they never notice anything I do or do not do. I sat in my cubicle and got to "work".
The reason I put quotes around work is because I hardly do any. I really hope none of focus management reads this because they would probably fire me. Oh well, I’ll take a chance. Anyway about two months ago I figured out how to get past the Internet block on the computers at Focus. I told everyone about it, and now everyone that is employed with focus knows how to get onto Myspace and other sites.
So back to today, I took a couple of calls and after a while I was already sick of talking to those irate customers. So I did what I usually do and I just put the customers on hold until they hung up or I would transfer them to somebody else without even talking to them or I would just simply hang up.
Part of the reason I wasn’t willing to do my job was I recently found out about online confession sites. They are the new black. It’s so fun to read other people's twisted confessions and it makes you feel better about yourself.
Finally, it was 5.00pm and it was time to leave. I used focus' system to call my house to tell my dad to pick me up, but no one answered! I called my mom but she didn’t answer. Then I started calling my friends but they were all busy. So I decided to start walking to the bus stop because that was my only choice. When I got to the bus stop I called my mom once more and my dad answered and said he was on his way from Wal-Mart to pick me up. I told him to pick me up on the corner of 25th and Washington, which is where most hookers try to get picked up.
Luckily, I didn’t see any hookers, when my dad pulled up I jokingly said, "Are you looking for a good time?" and my dad said, "yes, get in!" so I did. I know, I know it sounds dirty but my dad and I joke like that all the time.
We drove home and I rested for the rest of the day. I tried to find some friends to hang out with but I had no luck so I decided I was bored enough to write this blog...
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Since it's Christmas break, I have been sleeping in a lot. Partly because I have not slept in since Thanksgiving break because of work, school, and church. I have to wake up at 6.40am every morning for school, on Saturday I have work at 9.00am and on Sunday I have to go to church at 9.00am. So this week I have been getting my well-deserved sleep.
Ok, enough of that, lets get to the point. So, I’m scheduled to work from 4.00pm to 9.00pm on Thursdays at my work. I usually get there around 5.15pm because I’m lazy and my work doesn't even notice anyway. They are so laid back there that they don't even know that I work there! Today I got there around 5.17pm and got on the phone. I wanted to go to the mall at 7.00pm so I texted all my friends that were girls because they are the best to hang out with. After texting about 15 girls, I had no luck. It was sad, I mean usually all the girls want to hang out with me, but tonight they were too scared to drive because of the major snowstorm that was going on. Finally, I went to my last resort, Robert. He is my good friend that works at my job but he was suspended for improperly placing someone on hold. Which was ridiculous because I hang up on customers on a daily basis.
So I texted Robert, and sure enough, he said he would take me to the mall. I was happy because I was already getting tired of working. But it was kind of fun because I was messing around taking Spanish calls and I don't even know Spanish. Anyway, Robert was there around 7.12pm, and I snuck out of my cubicle and went out to the SUV.
We arrived at the mall after doing doughnuts in the parking lot for a while. I had $100 in my pocket waiting to be spent. I told Robert and his friend that I would treat them for dinner as a Christmas present because they gave me a ride to the mall. I had a list of about ten people to get presents for and I began to aimlessly wonder in and out of stores trying to find presents for my friends. About 1.5 hours later, I was about 3/4 done with the list when I bumped into Aisha and Lea. I gave them a hug and asked them if they wanted to exchange gifts. They agreed and we departed. Another hour went by and I was finally done.
We went to the Food Court and ordered up some Chinese food. It was the nastiest crap I have ever eaten and I still feel sick from eating it. The nice oriental man offered us some free egg rolls. We took them and took one bite and spat it out. The only thing that was good at that place was the American beverages. Which leads me to another point.
I honestly believe that the Chinese are trying to kill off Americans. Why? You ask? Because haven’t you seen the news lately? They are putting lead paint all over our children’s toys! They even put GHB (drug commonly used for date-rape and can cause death) in one of the toys. And whenever I go to a Chinese Restaurant it tastes worse every time!
Ok, back to the story. After we ate, we went and did some more doughnuts in the parking lot and I got dropped off at my house. When my dad came home he checked my breath to see if I had been smoking. Then he made me gather up all of my receipts to make sure I didn't buy any weed with it. I was missing one receipt so he freaked out about that too. Then I wrote this blog and I’m done for the night. .
