It was mum's birthday last night, she got drunk and promptly told me that I couldn't look after myself at all because I was very pathetic, and my sister that her job wasn't stretching her enough. I don't really see how she thinks she either looks after herself so well, or how her job is so great. She's a local government tax bureaucrat, more or less. At the age of 46. What a shining example of the life to lead! I hope I have such a great job, and live as well as she does!
I have been experimenting with time management at the call centre. I just couldn't go on checking the time nearly every 30 seconds. It dragged a space 10 minutes to the point where each moment became eternity itself. I hardly make any calls anymore, largely just dialling the number of my old mobile, which then gives a "number not recognised" answer, which I leave on and pretend the phone is ringing out. To change the speed of the flow of time, I treat much of this wasted time as an extension of free time, so I don't check the clock. I just relax and doodle on the paper. I didn't think it would work, but time did seem to go faster, and I felt happier and more relaxed.
Last Friday I surpassed my work target without even having to fill in false numbers, which was crap. That meant I actually had to do some work, rather than just pretending to work. The weekly target for this week looks impossible with my current work efforts. There are gaping holes in the schedule on Thursday and Friday. I shall tell the boss that people just don't want come in those days, afterall it is the run-up to the Bank Holiday weekend, and what would they want me to do? Force them to have their photos taken at knife-point?
There's also a dodgy appointment I made for today, I don't think they'll allow the woman to have her photo taken, and they'll heap the blame on me (quite accurately but that's not the point). I guess I'll shrug and say that she must told me a load of lies to get me to make the appointment.
There's another 13 working days left before I return to the university, and mum goes away on holiday on Friday, so I get a week of that to myself, though the call centre job cannot end fast enough.
They had some poor saps in yesterday for training. Watching them helped pass about half the shift, so it wasn't at all bad. I still slacked even thoguh all the bosses were in the room such is the seeming indetectability of the slacking method. Even if they did find out, the worst punishment they could inflict would be to make me stay.
I have been experimenting with time management at the call centre. I just couldn't go on checking the time nearly every 30 seconds. It dragged a space 10 minutes to the point where each moment became eternity itself. I hardly make any calls anymore, largely just dialling the number of my old mobile, which then gives a "number not recognised" answer, which I leave on and pretend the phone is ringing out. To change the speed of the flow of time, I treat much of this wasted time as an extension of free time, so I don't check the clock. I just relax and doodle on the paper. I didn't think it would work, but time did seem to go faster, and I felt happier and more relaxed.
Last Friday I surpassed my work target without even having to fill in false numbers, which was crap. That meant I actually had to do some work, rather than just pretending to work. The weekly target for this week looks impossible with my current work efforts. There are gaping holes in the schedule on Thursday and Friday. I shall tell the boss that people just don't want come in those days, afterall it is the run-up to the Bank Holiday weekend, and what would they want me to do? Force them to have their photos taken at knife-point?
There's also a dodgy appointment I made for today, I don't think they'll allow the woman to have her photo taken, and they'll heap the blame on me (quite accurately but that's not the point). I guess I'll shrug and say that she must told me a load of lies to get me to make the appointment.
There's another 13 working days left before I return to the university, and mum goes away on holiday on Friday, so I get a week of that to myself, though the call centre job cannot end fast enough.
They had some poor saps in yesterday for training. Watching them helped pass about half the shift, so it wasn't at all bad. I still slacked even thoguh all the bosses were in the room such is the seeming indetectability of the slacking method. Even if they did find out, the worst punishment they could inflict would be to make me stay.
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