Hello all or no one. It is okay as I am used to talking to myself. I live with 4 boys...oh excuse me three boys and a so called man. But I digress. It is 4:42 am, again I cannot sleep. Could it be the horridly bright lightbulb radiating from the lamp across from me that I am too dang lazy to crawl to the edge of the bed and turn off? I mean that means I'd have to (Gasp) move my laptop out of the way and actually move. Okay I'll do it. You know the kids will be nosing around here soon and if they see the light thru the bottom of the door I am doomed.
Light off, Julie and Julia in the dvd player on repeat as it has been the last few nights. I believe the commentary track is playing. I haven't quite figured out what I want to watch. I miss my Friends DVD's. I had season 1-10, watched them religiously at night for a few years. They for some reason have a remarkable ability to calm me down and make me happier. However the fire killed most of them. I pulled them out (after the fire was out of coarse) and many of them were too damaged to play again. I did just purchase season 3 on amazon. I have been meaning to get more, but for some reason these things called utilities and rent keep stealing all my dvd and fun money. Oh well. Since I am completely without purpose at the moment I find things to fill up my time. For instance at night I overheat my poor laptop by reading the Julie/Julia project blog. Seems only fitting since I have been watching the movie on repeat for the past week. I am up to the day she killed the lobsters. Good stuff.
Okay I have given up on the whole WW movement for the moment. I don't have the attention span for that. Wonder if I should get checked for ADD or if it could just be some sort of depression that I am unaware of. Today or yesterday to you, Nicholas woke me up crying because daddy took the internet away. Uggg. so I woke up cranky with only three hours of sleep. Hubby decided to pretty much ignore my wonderful existence for the rest of said day...I hate hate hate when he does that. It drives me INSANE. So here I sit, Insane, tired but can't sleep, and looking for purpose. I asked him for ideas or support on what I can do to have a goal or purpose. Hey Julie/Julia inspired me. I can cook, I can type. Maybe my writing isn't technically wonderful as I forget the correct punctuation and grammar rules..but as long as my old english teachers don't read this I am good right? Do you really care? Okay so it is almost five am, vicodin is flowing freely thru my system (legally) and I have alot to say about NOTHING at all. Imagine that.
Except I did catch a glimpse of the news on MSN's home page way earlier. Said something about earthquake in Chile, possible major Tsunami hitting Hawaii soon...and with the last few earthquakes etc...anyone else thinking "APOCOLYPSE" Has the rapture started? Was Nostradomus correct about the end of the world but a little off on timing? Oh well. I shall not dwell as there would be nothing to do to stop it, and I got enough problems without worrying about the end of the world. I wasn't even the slightest bit rattled by the Millineum. God do you remember what a joke that was. I worked for a Sporting goods catalog place and people called in and ordered cases of MRI's and Blankets and survival things. That is okay not too weird. What was strange were the daily calls of people ordering boxes of AMMO to give to their loved ones for Christmas. One guy said that after Jan 1, money would have no value and he could use the ammo to buy stuff at Walmart. So I saw my opening and got out the Ammo Specials list and suggestive sold the crap out of it. I guess that is the one good thing about the mayhem around the year 2000, for two weeks my add on sales went triple and I got to keep my job. Until it all died down and I was back to being afraid to let people know what the stinking specials were. Two items with Two descriptive details. Well if a person just spent an hour on the phone with me ordering crap, listening to the buyers club pitch, listening to the cross sales pitches and sounded like they didn't want another damn thing offered to them, I sure as hell didn't want to be the one to force them to listen to the benefits of wool socks with moisture wicking properties and surplus wool army blankets and such. I cared what my customers thought of me. I didn't like that I couldn't ask if they would care to hear the specials...or if that was a crime, just make them listen to a list of the specials and stop me if they'd like to know more. But NOOOOOO Two items with TWO descriptives... I finally got fired after twenty monitoring, (they were looking to fire me because my seasonal time was up and I'd be getting benefits soon) anyhow after alot of 100% monitoring, My sales improving (I bit the bullet and forced my customers to listen to me ramble on about aforementioned socks), one day...On my very last call. A very Surley older gentalman made it clear to me that he was NOT interested in hearing about anything but what he was ordering. I took his order and quickly ran thru 2 items with (SHOCK) ONE descriptive of each. The next day right before lunch I was informed that the supervisor wanted to speak to me after the busy period. I went to lunch. Apparently they expected me to work thru lunch because I knew I was about to be axed (Someone had given me the monitor sheets from the day before. I had six in a four hour period and on the bottom of the last one which was a 97 percent btw was SEE ME Later)... If they were going to fire me it would be on their time NOT mine. So I barely ate at my hour lunch. People consoled me and said there is no way I'd be fired. After lunch I go back to work and THREE hours later they come to get me when the queue died down to two. Then I was told I was fired.
Okay that was a trip down memory lane. The good old days, when I could work. Sweet Sweet Memories! I actually liked that job, save forcing people to listen to me try to schlep them shit. Thank god it was INBOUND. I did try to work at Craftmatic adjustable beds. That lasted two hours. I kept hanging up on people. I hate COLD CALLING with a passion. Shit I can barely call friends out of the blue. I mean what if I am interrupting them? Seriously I have a severe outgoing phone call phobia. Don't know where it comes from. When I was a teen I lived on the phone. Called into those phone chat lines and everything. Maybe just PTSD from my ex...my children's sperm donor father, I met him on one of those...Tele Cafe it was called on Thanksgiving 1995... and thru the four years I was with him he continued to call those places and have girlfriends over the phone. And perhaps maybe because for the longest time whenever I called my so called friends they were always busy. So I figured if people want to talk to me they can call me. God I hate the phone. When we had our phone shut off for a half of year I was happy. LOL. Now I like my cell phone. Caller ID and all. You have excuses you can make like you are running out of minutes or it is about to die etc...also I love it because my SIL calls me on it. :Her I don't mind talking too...but I still have trouble with calling even her unless I am really doped up and have something to say. Or I think I have something to say.
Well it is about time I close down my Laptop and pretend to sleep.
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