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My life as a Republican conspiracy
Aug. 10th, 2004 06:21 pmSo. Call center training is boring as fuck, and just think! Three more days of this crap, having somebody read me a webpage that I can read myself in a third of the time. If I have questions, I'll ask you, mmkay? Most of my fellow trainees are genuinely cool people, even if they're transplants, and I shall be glad to work with them. One guy, however, is a complete and total wank. In his get to know you spiel, he was all "My name is Dweebzor and I sculpt and draw. My hobby is work." If it weren't for Call Center Company's very strict no-harassment policy I would so leave a dead fish in his locker. The company itself is all very ridiculously totalitarian (cameras everywhere, explicitly stating "there will be no expectation of privacy" in regards to company computer equipment, measurement of average call times in seconds) and yet so very touchy-feely in that vestige/survivor of the dot-com bubble sort of way. And there's a pool table but no TV in the break room, which I find absolutely hilarious for some reason.
The other bad thing is that the health plan is about as useless as Wal-Mart's. Fifty dollars a WEEK for two people, and the co-pays are ridiculous. It irritates me that the temp agency, which is a huge multinational corporation, decided not to negotiate for a better plan for such a ridiculous amount of money. And because they scheduled training to coincide with the Kerry rally. Graaaar.
The good thing is I'm allowed to bring books and magazines (but not newspapers, which are too noisy. WTF?) into the cubicle farm, so I can catch up on all my reading. I have not decided on a book about Keynesian economics or Foucault's History of Sexuality yet.
The other bad thing is that the health plan is about as useless as Wal-Mart's. Fifty dollars a WEEK for two people, and the co-pays are ridiculous. It irritates me that the temp agency, which is a huge multinational corporation, decided not to negotiate for a better plan for such a ridiculous amount of money. And because they scheduled training to coincide with the Kerry rally. Graaaar.
The good thing is I'm allowed to bring books and magazines (but not newspapers, which are too noisy. WTF?) into the cubicle farm, so I can catch up on all my reading. I have not decided on a book about Keynesian economics or Foucault's History of Sexuality yet.
