Monday, June 27, 2011

Le Update...

So I haven't written in a while.  This always happens.  I get a temporary burst of creativity and then nothing for months.  You'd think I'd have lots of posts since I have to sit at my stupid computer for 8 hours at a time for my job, right?  Nope. I guess the extent of my thoughts during work are "Please kill me, please kill me, please kill me.  Shoot, I have 7.5 hours to go...oh I'm out of diet mountain dew."


So I thought that I would give an update...for the grand total of...3 of you that read this...that might be optimistic.  Irregardless, here we go.


I'm not in school right now so I'm just working.  I quit my job as a custodian at BYU campus and now work as a cab dispatcher for a cab company in Alexandria, Virginia.  Yeah I know.  Weird huh?  Here I am sitting in Utah getting calls from people who need cabs on the other side of the country and they expect me to know the area like I live there.  So I sit there for 8 hours answering the phone.  (Yeah, I know I said I didn't have much to write about work.  I guess that was a lie.  I have A LOT to write.  It's all I do pretty much.)  So I answer the phone the same way millions of times a day.  I'm getting so used to it that I kind of slur the words now so people can't understand me.  So I have to repeat it.  Again.  And Again.  It's annoying.


By the way, what's with all the people in Alexandria, Virginia that talk like they have a loaf of bread in their mouths?  This is basically how it goes.


Me: "Thank you for holding, can I get your pickup address please?"
Them: "asd;lfams;flah;asja;sl..."
Me: ".....sorry can you say that again please?"
Them: "ASD;FLASMD;FLAHSDFOAIDJF;LASDMF;ALDHF;ALSHGPOAIJ;SLDFJA!!!!!!"
Me: "....ok...can you spell that for me please?"
Them: "WHAT?? A;SFDLKFHA;SDLFJA;SDFDA;SLD.....OK.ASDLFA;SDFA FEESALSF;LAFIADF;AJD"


And then before I shoot my head off, I transfer them to my dispatcher - the manager guy- because he speaks loaf-of-bread-in-foreigner's-mouth language.


Not to be harsh or anything, I love people from foreign countries.  If anyone should be welcoming and loving to these people, it's the girl who lived in Mexico for 12 years of her life.  But so help me if I have another person yell at me for not understanding their horrible accent I am going to build giant stone walls around this country myself with enforced Rosetta Stone English kits nailed all around them.  I am glad to take the time to listen to you and try to figure out what you're saying but if you yell at me, my patience/respect for you/swearing restraint goes down exponentially.


Anyway.


So while I'm dealing with that crap, I try to to distract myself with movies or shows to watch or even books to read!  Gasp!  I know Mom!!  You should be so proud!!  But the problem is that there is very little time in between calls.  I think the longest time I've had in between calls was probably 5 minutes and it wasn't even really worth it because I spent the whole time trying to see if my phone was broken because that never happens.  Ok...that might be an exaggeration but that's certainly how it feels.  So yeah.  It'll take me about the whole 8 hours to get through a whole movie.  No wonder my perception of movies lately has been that they are really slow and that they just drag...


Ok so that's probably enough about my stupid job.  It makes me irritated just thinking about it and I don't want to pass that along to you unsuspecting readers and I'm officially off my shift now so I want to go out into the world.


But I'll leave you with a video I came across lately and have shown it to many people around me because I find it hilarious.  So enjoy.  Or don't.  Whatever.  I find it hilarious.


Don't judge me.




Right on.

2 comments:

Liz Johnson said...

You should read Dave Barry books while you work. They will make you laugh and even potentially reinforce your faith in humanity.

Also, know that 62% of those calling for a cab in Alexandria are drunk, hence the slurred speech. And the other 38% just need more hugs. If they had more hugs, they would yell at cab dispatchers less.

Hugs, not drugs. Hugs, not thugs. Hugs, not ugly rugs. Hugs, not dirty mugs.

(I could keep going, but I'm pretty sure you catch my drift.)

Elisabeth said...

Ponytaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!