Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Career vs. Job and the bullshit it isn't

Customer Service Jobs suck--in fact work sucks, unless you make it a career?-- Go ahead make pretend you have a career--then masturbate to your own power that's what career really means in this day and age.
I work at a cellular company. I like to call it a public utility, for one or two reasons, mostly cause it pisses the people off who don't get that is really what cellular companies are. Go ahead look that shit up. I like the job for the most part, it has it's ups and downs. Within the first ninety days, while still in training (training lasted forever in this job) I got written up for sitting on someone's lap for like five seconds. Silly me, I was being playful and they were being bitches. Laying in wait like the lap police or something. I knew I was targeted. I had made a couple of people mad because I don't like being told what to do in a way that isn't specific or appropriate or respectful and I'm really clever at throwing it back in your face when that happens. They had tried to yell at me a couple of other times, but this time, they had it on film or something? Probably not, but they might as well have. Well, some people don't appreciate my candor or my humor, go figure. Anyway, when I was called into the BOSSES office for my faux pas. Here is a little side note before we get started, I was seven in the center the previous month my first two weeks on the phone, maybe that pissed someone off, I'm not sure. I was in trouble in the classroom atmosphere within the first week for challenging something, (that fucking classroom learning  lasted two months, misery loves company. Back to when this happened, I was actually "on the phones." Colloquial for cellular companies is quickly learned. Anyway, I was reprimanded when I was called in the office,  first by being told,  "These people are not your friends" Preaching to the choir there..I say. But I figured that best thing to do was to apologize. So, I started the whole, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" stick. Well, of course, the next thing that was said was that if I was a guy doing that to a girl, (wasn't the case it was another girl's lap) that I could get fired. I love how those committed to their own company misery can throw their perceptions around to try and guilt trip you. I wonder if a guy sitting on another guys lap was going to get that guy fired too. I was a girl, sitting on another girl's lap, playfully..kind of sweetly..I wish I would have turned it into a duck, duck goose game, that would have been fun. After reprimanded me sufficiently for the act of terror I had apparently committed the "BOSS" decided that I should apologize to the person I had offended so deeply. Who I am to argue? So right then, the bozz (that's the more respectful term I can come up with here) marched me across the call center. If you haven't guessed already, I work in one.  so I could apologize to the person whose lap I had sat in. I figured at this point, I should give a really good show, I like to act. I apologized with such profound conviction that I had the girl looking at me so intently (or maybe she just had a crush on me?) that I even thanked for for her intent look as part of the apology. I know I was convincing. Then the BOSS said something about if I didn't learn now, I might be sitting on anyone's lap..oh my I couldn't resist throwing that in the mix, and said, "Yes, thank you for bringing this to my attention, if I didn't learn now, I might have just kept sitting on everyone's lap."  I have never done this before that I know of, but it sounded good, don't think I sounded sarcastic, even though I was being that way in my thoughts, I wasn't playing around with this ridiculous situation I was being thrown in. Then the BOSS thanks the person for not making it as big a deal as she could have..and states she still has to go to HR with it. TARGETED MUCH? Human resources, based on a small sentence suspends my rights for working overtime (sad me) and a raise for six months on a code of conduct violation, you guess which one, cause I have yet to figure it out. They called it one thing, but from the video I had to watch as part of my punishment, I'm not sure that would have fit. In fact, I don't think there is a violation that they could really stick me with that would fit, they made that shit up. I feel that I followed more than enough protocol for what I did. I pissed people off because I have never been programmed to take any of them THAT seriously. I mean you work in a call center. I don't think your life can be taken that seriously, no matter what position you have. Its all just a job, but please do remember that if you don't have a supervisor that can make shit up for what you did wrong, they don't have a job.
 I am not even sure there is such a thing as a career anymore, and if there is, I'm pretty sure that wasn't the definition..? Maybe I am wrong. I am not thinking it's a career. I thought I had a career as a teacher, that wasn't a career. I think a career might be where you are not someone else's slave in the big picture. Maybe I should look up what a career is and post that too. That should be the name of this rant. What is a career?  I'm pretty sure every owner of a fast food establishment would like all those people working there to consider what they are doing as a career too! I mean that means you are bought in heart and soul and think that this is your only job for life. It's a fucking lie, but it serves it's master well.
Here is an experiment for you, go look up
HOW DO I KNOW IT"S A CAREER on GOOGLE. What I got was answers for "HOW DO I KNOW IT"S TIME TO CHANGE JOBS" now is that what I typed, no it's not, but that's the secure position a typing in career will get you these days.
If you want to know more about how many "careers" people actually have in a life time, refer to this:
http://www.bls.gov/nls/nlsfaqs.htm#anch41
Here is the latest report that came up in my search (notice I did not search hard) for things like can you afford to retire, how many jobs have you had according to this 2004 report. If your interested in these sorts of things you can read it.
http://www.ssa.gov/policy/docs/statcomps/income_pop55/2004/incpop04.pdf
I am not really interested as it bums me out too much and really can not have any relevance on my life. I sit on people's laps remember? I have no real relevance in the "political correctness" of today's concerns. It's all bullshit to me.
Okay, so next time, you won't have to cut and paste the links, but this time live with it, you are sitting on your couch with nothing better to do anyway right? That's right mother fucker, cut and paste. I think I ought to have a better lay out too. I'm not sure what that means, but I really am serious about this blogging thing, cause when I am sitting on my fat ass on the couch that's about what I have left to do as well. Every time you see a well thought out beautiful page, I want you to have that image in your head of that person in their narcissistic thought patterns, sitting on the couch admiring how well thought out their own page is. Welcome to our day and age of data transfer and selfishness.
Love, Allakara 

Monday, September 7, 2009

2009 Wow a new blog, well I have a few things to say sometimes, so maybe this will be something I do for me, no one else, although, I will invite others to view it, who knows if they really will. First of all I am nervous, I had an obseravtion last week. It's suppose to be informal and stuff, but with my luck I have had TOO may bad ones, so I am not looking forward to that.
Sylvan online learning work should start up soon. That will be nice, stay home and teach.
Don't have any other jobs besides teacher, and that is taking up a lot of time. Just created my grade book, need to finish lesson plans. I don't take them lightly, I have to really work at just the right one. We need to work on some grammar in our class too! Joined a nice web site for some ideas.
Kids are okay, Brian got into some trouble this weekend, but he learned and won't be doing that again. I wish Deb would do better with her car. Grandkids are doing perfect. The girls are great moms. Eric is detailing my car today, that will be nice even though it is practically perfect already.
We are thinking about having ppl over for dinner tonight, but haven't made up our mind. Wes is moving the fridge in the house today-the big one-
Olivia is at her sister's house.

2014
Wrote this in 2009, didn't want to erase it cause for some reason it is still hanging out. I read it and don't even know who wrote it because I have changed so much. It is boring, and I am not even sure who wrote it, but I think it was me..the old me. Well, I have decided to write again, only as the me I am today. Catch up, fast forward, today, lets see if it gets more interesting.
First of all, who knows what observation I had, probably talking about teaching, and with my luck it WAS a bad observation, but I would like to blog about how SHITTY the school system is, and how they fuck over anyone who walks through their doors with "politics". Those people are not your friends. I think at this point I am pretty sure I thought they were and that it was all my fault that I was getting bad "observations" but you could tell how freaked out I was about it. I am not even a teacher any more by the way. I went into subbing to find a teaching job, and that's a journey and a story all in its own. Maybe I shouldn't give away how crazy that got, but what came out of it is that those devils will fuck you over, take advantage of you, eat you up, spit you out, and not even care about their fucking KARMA. Stay tuned I'm sure I will share about that!
I mention I don't have any other jobs besides being a teacher. 2009. Ha! that is probably because the year before that I had like six jobs! That was pretty clever of me. I had master keys to three places. Or maybe it was the year after that, I don't remember. I reviewed my taxes last year, (another long story of being fucked over) but I figured I had six jobs in one year. I imagine it was after I didn't go back to teaching,.so, it had to be after.
Brian my son, has a son, but he doesn't talk to me over the divorce. That's another LONG story I might tell about. I have no hard feelings over that, after all he is my kid! Hopefully for Christmas he will consider talking to me. That's all I really want for Christmas.
I'm not even sure why Wes would be moving the fridge in the house, probably trying to get rid of roaches in it or something? We had a bad problem with roaches at one point..don't even know. Don't even know what house we lived in at this time. Wes is my ex by the way. We were only married for 22 years.
Olyvia lives with me now. She lived with her dad, but he kicked her out. He also kicked out his step son who lives with us. Well him and his girlfriend did. Lucky me I have never met her. I was wishing she would come up in my yard after she found out that her son was living with me, but apparently she didn't have the guts. That would have been fun to tell her to get her ass out of my yard..sigh I think I still owe her son ten dollars after loosing that bet.
I work in Customer Service now for a cellular company which could remain unnamed. I want to blog about what you don't know or need to know about customer service because people don't get what they should about it. Really for the most part it is a waist of time to call customer service. Just do it yourself. I could write about some faux pas that customers have done and really screwed themselves over. I think it's all about teaching people responsibility. Once you fall out of that category of self responsibilty, you can really get screwed. There are some good reasons to call customer service but you may not dream what they are. You just have to hope you get someone on the other line that knows what they are doing. That WAS NOT me for the first few months. I probably fucked some people over while I was training. That was not really my fault. I tried, its just a learning process and talking to others who have been doing it for awhile. Not everything that you can do and do right or wrong is in writing..and it changes all the time. I mean ALL the TIME. So being astute at listening and checking what changes is what you have to get good at.
So this has been cathartic. I think I will go ahead and post this and let my one subscriber..MAGGIE read it lol :) I told her I'm ready to tell the worlds secrets, and I am. I really don't give a shit any more.
Love,
Allakara