Boredom is trying to kill me....
Well, it's finally happened.....
....my job has begun to bore the tits off of me. I'm no longer willing to get out of bed in the morning, nor am i willing to smile at the mass of dumb people i deal with every day. I don't want to be nice when eplaining a £2800 bill to someone who doesn't want to pay it. I don't want to listen to the world and his wife about their self proclaimed mechanical knowledge. I don't care.
You see, this is the thing about my job, i work in the service department. So the only cars i see are the ones that have gone 'SpLuTtEr' and died. This, in turn, means the only people i ever see are the ones that are most upset that their car has gone wrong. I know we live in a day and age where things are more refined and generally last longer, but look at a car on face value. It's not really all that big and it contains over 10,000 moving parts. Of course some of those bits are going to break.....deal with it. And whats more, don't bitch at me......i didn't make your car go wrong. In fact they should be nice to me....i'm the poor bastard who has to oversee its repair! You wouldn't walk into a five star restaurant and punch the chef, then demand a top notch meal would you? Its the same principal! The same goes for these total fuckwits who phone me every ten minutes to ask if its done yet. Would you keep knocking on the doctors door while you were in the waiting room? NO! Things take time, i'll call you when it's done. So stop bothering me, i'm busy.
So all in all i'm sick of dealing with miserable people who still expect me to be nice and pleasant when they're trying to bite my head off. I need something a little more balanced. Hopefully my dream of a writing career will kick off soon, they do seem quite interested in me. But who knows.....
I think i'm going to change my name to Alfred and get a part time job in a library.
.....now, Fish4jobs.com......Librarian....
....my job has begun to bore the tits off of me. I'm no longer willing to get out of bed in the morning, nor am i willing to smile at the mass of dumb people i deal with every day. I don't want to be nice when eplaining a £2800 bill to someone who doesn't want to pay it. I don't want to listen to the world and his wife about their self proclaimed mechanical knowledge. I don't care.
You see, this is the thing about my job, i work in the service department. So the only cars i see are the ones that have gone 'SpLuTtEr' and died. This, in turn, means the only people i ever see are the ones that are most upset that their car has gone wrong. I know we live in a day and age where things are more refined and generally last longer, but look at a car on face value. It's not really all that big and it contains over 10,000 moving parts. Of course some of those bits are going to break.....deal with it. And whats more, don't bitch at me......i didn't make your car go wrong. In fact they should be nice to me....i'm the poor bastard who has to oversee its repair! You wouldn't walk into a five star restaurant and punch the chef, then demand a top notch meal would you? Its the same principal! The same goes for these total fuckwits who phone me every ten minutes to ask if its done yet. Would you keep knocking on the doctors door while you were in the waiting room? NO! Things take time, i'll call you when it's done. So stop bothering me, i'm busy.
So all in all i'm sick of dealing with miserable people who still expect me to be nice and pleasant when they're trying to bite my head off. I need something a little more balanced. Hopefully my dream of a writing career will kick off soon, they do seem quite interested in me. But who knows.....
I think i'm going to change my name to Alfred and get a part time job in a library.
.....now, Fish4jobs.com......Librarian....
posted by Chris at 4:16 AM
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