A day in the life at the call center.

At around 9:00pm (9:30 really because I am just so excited to get up) I pull my sorry ass out of bed to take the dog out that thinks it has to shit on my deck intead of in the yard. Then I make my way back inside where I sit and veg out for a bit and pull myself together. Eventualy, I have to get dressed and do my hair sharing a bathroom the size of a sanican with my fiance. Then its a whole three steps into my living room to veg out again until I leave. I arrive at the call center about 10:30 or so and sit at my desk contimplating either quitting, or taking a powerful tranq. So about 11:00pm I log into my phone and beggin processing reviews submitted by product owners and editing them for content. By 11:30 my mind is numb. I fart a few times for kicks, getting away with it for the most part. A call comes in here and there and I actually have to do something. By this time I am friggin starving and my coffee is cold and I am not too happy of a camper. I try to make conversation with co workers but my dry sence of toilett humor seems to not be apreciated by some. ( I just farted again...damn vegitables) Lunch time is sweet! It usually consists of a cigarette and another cup of coffee, then back to stare at my monitor for about 15 minutes. More reviews, and then even more. Doing anything I cant to keep my withering mind awake, I stumble through until 5:00ish. Then the calls start pouring in and I ask repeatedly to go home early with hopes that I may get smashed by a truck on the way. When I do get home about 7:45 am, I sit in front of the computer trying to zone away from the retchid daytime TV that she watches, and pretend my life is just SPIFFY! (If I could sleep 24/7 I would) Then about 1:30pm or so, its off to bed to start this whole thing over again.