Weekly Log - 31 through 06

Monday Aug 31

The second simulation was today. It was an eventful weekend, though, and I had nearly no time to look at my notes. I narrowed my options down in the morning before I left, and ended up with two possible products: personal credit and retirement funds.

I ended up going with the retirement fund. It went fairly well, still with some things to point out... apparently I have a mouse-like voice when I first get on the phone. What this means... I don't know. Tomorrow I get to the work itself: doing service quality quizzes over the blower. I don't think I'll be starting right away... probably still have to audit a few calls before that.

Tuesday Sept 01

Day one on my regular schedule. I'm going for the 12:05 bus, the 12:34 train and crow only knows which subway train. Since I'm due by 13:45, that should be enough.

Since my first task is quizzes, I'm not expecting too many hardships up first. I'll have a chance at listening to others and picking up techniques. The thought of telemarketing alone makes me wanna barf, but I can do this. I can keep cool, I've done it before, I'll do it again. Eyes on the prize, Seion.

September finally arrived, not a moment too soon. A decrease in temperature was already noticed. I still take a fan with me to work since the AC is busted. I'm usually against ACs, but try to work in a building covered in glass after lunchtime...

Wednesday Sept 02

Shit seems to be backwards today. I have a theory that since He knows I have my eye on Him, Murphy decided to swap his usual cursed day into the middle of the week to confuse me. I was supposed to go shopping for a proper desk early this morning. My cellphone was on silent mode and I didn't wake up on time to go. Then I was supposed to go to the post office, missed the stop because I was distracted reading some papers, I got to the train station way too fuckin' early. Auditing went well, still not communicating.

More backwards shit expected me after work, when I finally made my way to the furniture warehouse to pick up my desk. There was one clerk for twenty people. I waited in line, pissed and mean as all Hell. What I wanted was a simple information: here's a catalog, I want this desk, point me towards the place where I can pay and hand it over. The clerk couldn't multitask to save her hide, and when it finally got to my turn, I was told I could only pick it by the 16th. Why? Because if I want it today I must have it delivered at home and it's 25 € extra.

Very pissed here... I called my Dad, the car was outside, we could pick it up now. They said they didn't have it here, it was in their other warehouse. Well point me the fuck there and I'll go pick it up myself, what a sleazy way to run a business! I eventually ended up agreeing to run by on the 16th to pick the desk up... it is the last time I go to that store.

Thursday Sept 03

I ran my way to the train station today. After finally stopping by the post office, and realizing the following bus was gonna get me late, I took it to my feet to get me there on time. On steady march under unforgiving Sun, I got to the train station sweating like a hooker in a church and with aches in places I only remember aching when I did karate. I still got to work on time. Being late is not a good idea in this job.

Still auditing. No accesses yet.

Friday Sept 04

Another outing. I love the bars, but there are a couple people I'm meeting every single time that sometimes annoy me a bit. I'm trying to be as good a sport as the next guy, but there are some things I don't like... one being when someone does their best to touch my butt without my permission. I was very pissed at a given moment, not only because of that but of a few other issues within the group. Still, the night went by, and next outing (because I know there will be something next outing) I have a little more ammo. I've been biting down on my tongue for a while now. That shit makes ulcers.

Still, the view was good, down near the river. I wanted to go closer to the water, but for some reason most of the guys thought I was drunk out of my ass (are you nuts, I hardly wet my whistle...) and were afraid to let me. It's a pity it's a complicated zone to visit on your own. I like it.

Weekend Sept 05 - 06

Configuring Thunderbird is a pain in the neck. That said, the program hands Outlook its ass and thanks it for its time. I'm managing two accounts at a time, with different sigs and tags for each. Once again, UNIX based programs shove Windows fail down Bill Gates' throat.

My downloads for the week are two discographies (Hyubris, which is epic Portuguese folk metal, and Tarantula, which is plain epic Portuguese) and The Urbz for my GBA emulator. My thirst for Sims needs quenching fast.