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Oh What a Crappy Week Okay, I am reaching my limit with morons and lame ass projects this week so I am doing no more work today. I'm just not. I don't care if my boss does want me to call back those leads I didn't get a human refusal from two days ago. I'm NOT DOING IT! Nobody is going to want to hear from some chick about pest control an hour before the weekend, so I'm not bothering. I've been busting hump and killing myself from the stress these past three days so I'm going to waste the last goddamn hour goddammit. *ugh* This has been a week!! I know we're still having a dead season and I'm probably freaking out more than usual due to the joys of PMS, but I'm still hating being here. I talked to my direct boss who is a sweetie for an hour after work last night and she cheered me up pretty well. I was nigh on giving up trying for sales as I felt I had enough problems handling the angry asshats on the phone. Yes, I know they only take it out on me because I'm there; it has nothing to do with me personally, but its hard to hear so many old obnoxious women scream at you all day without wanting to scream back. (Okay they're not really screaming, but they are ranting rather hardcore.) I'm also getting hella sick of the reality that without a penis I don't have a voice. Give one of these fucktards (thanks for the new word!) my boss, and BAMN!, everything is hunky dory. GAAAAA!!! Two in particular are especially galling. Yesterday we had this poodle breeder call us up and let loose on me because Denny, a rep we recently fired, "promised" them that their first mosquito treatment before the second week in July. They prepaid, so they're rather upset that we dropped the ball on that. Okay, I can understand that. Well, the pricing on the account is rather fucked up, and they are supposed to get two treatments a month for the rest of the season. As its a mess, it takes us all day to straighten this out with the service center. They call me back at around 4:30pm and gripe some more. I want to give them to my boss, but he's legitimately on the line with someone else. So...despite all their disbelief, I swear up down and sideways that he'll call them back with the date and time of application as soon as he's off. Guess what happens? He calls, admittedly a little late, at twenty to five. No answer. Nada. After messing with me all day they decide not to bother waiting for a return call. BASTARDS!!! The other major old lady issue, aside from the usual old ladies who have nothing to do but call and whine, is this one major bitch who decided she wouldn't talk to me anymore. Whenever she got me, she'd either demand management or hang up if I had to throw her on hold due to the storm of incoming calls this morning. Well, she's Larry's client, and two days ago we busted hump to get her set up with a day and time window. Well, she's not satisfied with a bloody window, she wants an EXACT time, perferably 10am on the dot. Well, for those of you not in pest control, that's rather hard to do. We usually say before noon or after noon, which is better than the window the freaking cable guy gives you, to give the techs some fudge time in case one treatment takes longer than projected. Thus, they aren't running super late to the next house. Anyway, long story short, after jerking me around for three days straight, she finally has the patience to wait long enough for me to transfer her to my boss the one time he's off the phone when she calls. Five minutes later, after hearing the exact same time window we gave her, she's fine. No longer a fire breathing bitch apt to wreak havoc across the land. To all of us girls down here though, she was INSANELY demanding and crabby to boot in that way that only old ladies with too much time on their hands can be. We considered not bothering to service her because she was so crazy, but, no, my boss or any male like Larry can talk her down out of the tree it seems. God, I hate working in such a sex segregated environment. I'm almost dreading trying to sell things on my own. I got a feeling the business world won't listen to me just because I have a cunt. Damn patriarchy. On a better note, I'm going to see Dan tonight. I know that shouldn't be news, but he hasn't been home all week when I've been awake. The boat needs some minor tuning, so I have to help with that, but it will be nice to ride around on the lake by ourselves for a change. I'm REALLY looking forward the relaxation after this week. And no, I haven't done jack all week except frame my sericell of Alice in Wonderland and buy a copy of How to Master the Art of Sales by Tom Hopkins. It was recommended a la Larry and it seems pretty good from what I leafed through in Borders. I do have a bitch about Borders, however, in that they're removing their journals section and replacing it with this Paperchase section. Paperchase sucks with blank books, so I'll probably have to find another place to buy my journals. Speaking of which, I need mine back from Dr. E. I was going to call him at lunch today, but I forgot. Shit. As for the shitty projects, most of it was bean counting. I had to sort sales leads by whether they were sold, who sold them, and how they heard of us. Very annoying and boring to boot. Of course, as I'm nearing the end of the last month, my boss bops in and informs me that Brenda misinformed me on the limits of the project. Instead of not tracking those reps we fired recently because we can't give them feedback, he tells me we have to have that data about them to determine how the advertising is working. So, I get to go back through the three months I finished and total leads for the four reps I skipped. Yay. At least its done now, and done well, fully notated on those reps who were missing or whose leads didn't reflect whether they became sales. So, they can't fault me for not covering my ass. As for the other horrid project, I barely want to think about that. Lawn Care decided to abuse my slacker ass by having me generate maps for the territory they're not familiar with, which is strangely enough near my house, in the Brighton, Howell, Pinkney, New Hudson, and Hartland area. This wouldn't be too bad, as I'm fairly familiar with Yahoo! Maps and Mapquest. Problem is, they gave me about 120-160 addresses. They also wanted me to print a zoomed out version in addition to the map generated that showed major roads or freeways near the locations if the map only showed back roads that they might not know. It took me ALL FUCKING DAY! Around 4pm I wandered back up into Lawn Care with a medium sized phone book to present. They thanked me, apparently my printer with the minute delay is FASTER than theirs which is why they gave it to me *yeah riiight*, and I prayed that they would never give me such a chunky list again. I also felt bad for our poor printer which will probably die of toner loss in the next few days. Yeah. That's about all that's going on. I still haven't planned that trip to Chicago I'm debating about. I do have an invite to the big party there, but I don't know what I'm going to do about the puppy. I also don't know if I want to go as Milan is this weekend, and I might want a weekend off one of these days. I am looking forward to a good bout of sex tonight. I just hope Dan is up to it. I've been hella horny with the PMS these days, and even using the fun vibes just ain't cutting it. I need a good long screw to remind me how nice that can be. :D Good luck to everyone else this weekend. Hopefully, I'll be less stressed and bitchy by Monday. Just 30 more minutes!!! Daphne |