Can’t wait. Hopefully tomorrow will be QUIET. I only have *one* open call right now, and the wench client left early after I spent all morning trying to get in touch with her to tell her what she screwed up. The receptionist assures me she’ll be in tomorrow. Most of this week has been calls of, “I was drunk at the users conference and I overheard someone say that the new version of the software could do their laundry, so we’re testing it and now all my underwear is pink”
I should be getting my annual review sometime next week. Hopefully there is no “self evaluation” portion of it… I just despise those. Here’s hoping there is money involved, and it’s not me giving it back to them. :)
I do have some concerns, of course, because really, it wouldn’t be annual review time without them. I have a coworker who was actually on probation for a while, and she is off now, and got a “meets expectations” and a raise (she made all of this common knowledge)…and she’s dumb as a freaking post.
But she’s also good at faking** being quiet and demure and crap which I think appeals to my boss to a certain extent. And then there is my loudmouthed redneck self. From a pure stats/client compliments/lack of complaints standpoint, I run circles around this chick - but we all know that personality does play into this kinda stuff, and mine is well…different. Ah well, we shall see, won’t we?
That is one reason I will be happy to hit second line eventually - new boss. Not that my current boss is bad, she isn’t, and I do get on with her quite well, and the two of them actually co-manage the whole group - but I am more on the same wavelength with 2nd line manager than 1st line manager. Guess you could say it is a comfort level thing or something like that.
But still, after a year, I am SO happy I scored this gig. It is really perfect for me. I just hope they think the same thing.
The “downside” to having that after work, chillin’ out glass of wine? I don’t feel like doing shit - no cooking, cleaning, laundry, NADA. Woohoo, Cindy’s getting pizza for dinner!
Just went to put the garbage out and had a huge flashback to my grandparents house in Atlanta from when I was a kid - something in the way the air smells tonight, and it smacked me right upside the head.
**I say faking, cause she’s already tried to stir up some shit by asking my 2nd line partner in crime (Tasha) how many calls she helps me with after I had my freakish 30+ call day - fortunately, she put a smackdown on that immediately, telling her that a) she doesn’t help me with much to begin with and b) that my brain just works differently…. LOL! I told Tasha, “Wow, that’s a really nice way to say, ‘the girl is just on speed or crack or something and just ain’t right in the head.’”
