Torture 47
Shit, I’m 47…
Shit, I’m 47…
Haven’t done one of these in a while! I stopped partly because these started to depress me. These are real calls. Looking back on them, for me, is more scary than funny. The other reason is that I ran out of ones that are anonymous. I have lots more, but the really juicy ones are […]
Part one is here.
After whining about my weekend job yesterday, I had the stark realization that I’ve never had fewer than two jobs since I started working at 16. And, throughout, I kept up with high school and college… Which, I suppose, counts as another job. So I’ve never had just one job, if you go with that […]
My day job, as you’ve no doubt gathered from the customer service transcript posts, is fucking insane. It doesn’t demand much brainpower, and, in fact, I have enough spare time to run a publishing company, act as a consultant for another publisher, and juggle a handful of freelance writing gigs as well as maintain silly […]
October is marred by “Customer Service Week,” where we all get together and play games, solve puzzles, and participate in absurd activities that, at best, call to mind a kindergarten class composed entirely of retards who have had those four hour energy drinks injected into their eyeballs.