Ok, now I'm pissed off...
I can't take this hole much longer. Recent events have made me realise that there is more to this life than being stuck in a mindless job like this one. I am beginning to dread speaking to the general public because of their complete inability to follow simple instructions. I'm a humanitarian at heart, I love the challenge of curing the ills of strangers and all I ask in return is a heartfelt "thank you" or maybe even a smile. I have a huge amount of patience and an overwhelming urge to help but my patience has been tried to capacity and my altruism is in danger of dying. I don't have any choice anymore, I have to get out of here or become a wreck and I'm not kidding - it's not normal to feel every single muscle in your body tightening to the point of cramp on a regular basis, especially when you are generally a chilled-out, stress free person like me.
Our job should be simple but it's not. I have a question for you - You recently bought a new radio for your car but on your way home from the shop your engine ceases up. Do you:
a) Call the RAC (AAA for our American cousins) and ask for some assistance with the engine
b) Call the local garage and ask for a tow so that you can safetly carry out a) whilst asking them why they didn't warn you about this after your last service
c) Blame the guys at the radio shop because they clearly should have warned you that you oil levels were low and, after all, your car has always worked before...
d) Feel embarrased that you have made a mistake and try to fix it yourself without any fuss
e) Start tinkering with the car even though you have no experience whatsoever and when you have made matters a million times worse revert to c)
I would say that we are pretty much the internet equivalent of the RAC and occasionally we get calls where people just need assistance because they know something is wrong and maybe a professional would be the sensible option.The majority of our calls, however, come from either (c) or (e). We are almost ALWAYS to blame despite not having done anything and, oh yeah, whilst I'm having a rant, if you don't want to be cut off PAY YOUR BILLS. It's no good shouting at people who don't even know how much you owe - we can't do anything about it.
I used to work in the pub trade and I gave that up because I realised that, whilst I love humanity, I couldn't stand the public and arrogance and self-centrredness saddened me and now I feel like that again. What happened to compassion? It could be just that I'm getting old and my rose-tinted specs are enhancing my hindsight but I'm sure people were more compassionate when I was a kid. What happened to the people who refused to complain about their meal in a restaurant and then spent the rest of the week in bed with food poisoning happy that they hadn't rocked the boat? I miss those days, truly I miss them.
So, what to do? I suppose it looks like I will have to give in to my Dad's suggestion and find a job away from the general public, a job which will guarentee that I don't come into contact with other people and their egos, a job where I can go about my daily life without fear of public reproach - I've got it, I'll be a politician!
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Alison recently asked me if I was going to add a right to reply option to the blog. I have been thinking about this for a while but do I really want to do that? It's time to go semi-interactive folks. If you are interested in me putting a comments section on this blog then hit the contact me button. You can leave the mail blank but you should see that the subject line will have "Comment's Please" in it. If you want to say something feel free - I like to feel wanted
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Today's Word: PERSECUTION
Today's Mood:
I can't take this hole much longer. Recent events have made me realise that there is more to this life than being stuck in a mindless job like this one. I am beginning to dread speaking to the general public because of their complete inability to follow simple instructions. I'm a humanitarian at heart, I love the challenge of curing the ills of strangers and all I ask in return is a heartfelt "thank you" or maybe even a smile. I have a huge amount of patience and an overwhelming urge to help but my patience has been tried to capacity and my altruism is in danger of dying. I don't have any choice anymore, I have to get out of here or become a wreck and I'm not kidding - it's not normal to feel every single muscle in your body tightening to the point of cramp on a regular basis, especially when you are generally a chilled-out, stress free person like me.
Our job should be simple but it's not. I have a question for you - You recently bought a new radio for your car but on your way home from the shop your engine ceases up. Do you:
a) Call the RAC (AAA for our American cousins) and ask for some assistance with the engine
b) Call the local garage and ask for a tow so that you can safetly carry out a) whilst asking them why they didn't warn you about this after your last service
c) Blame the guys at the radio shop because they clearly should have warned you that you oil levels were low and, after all, your car has always worked before...
d) Feel embarrased that you have made a mistake and try to fix it yourself without any fuss
e) Start tinkering with the car even though you have no experience whatsoever and when you have made matters a million times worse revert to c)
I would say that we are pretty much the internet equivalent of the RAC and occasionally we get calls where people just need assistance because they know something is wrong and maybe a professional would be the sensible option.The majority of our calls, however, come from either (c) or (e). We are almost ALWAYS to blame despite not having done anything and, oh yeah, whilst I'm having a rant, if you don't want to be cut off PAY YOUR BILLS. It's no good shouting at people who don't even know how much you owe - we can't do anything about it.
I used to work in the pub trade and I gave that up because I realised that, whilst I love humanity, I couldn't stand the public and arrogance and self-centrredness saddened me and now I feel like that again. What happened to compassion? It could be just that I'm getting old and my rose-tinted specs are enhancing my hindsight but I'm sure people were more compassionate when I was a kid. What happened to the people who refused to complain about their meal in a restaurant and then spent the rest of the week in bed with food poisoning happy that they hadn't rocked the boat? I miss those days, truly I miss them.
So, what to do? I suppose it looks like I will have to give in to my Dad's suggestion and find a job away from the general public, a job which will guarentee that I don't come into contact with other people and their egos, a job where I can go about my daily life without fear of public reproach - I've got it, I'll be a politician!
Alison recently asked me if I was going to add a right to reply option to the blog. I have been thinking about this for a while but do I really want to do that? It's time to go semi-interactive folks. If you are interested in me putting a comments section on this blog then hit the contact me button. You can leave the mail blank but you should see that the subject line will have "Comment's Please" in it. If you want to say something feel free - I like to feel wanted
.
Today's Word: PERSECUTION
Today's Mood:
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