New Year's Eve and it's hard to believe
another zodiac has gone around.

While you drank yourself high on hoping
and watched the ceiling spin from the ground.

Counting down from ten it's time
to make your annual prayer.

Secret santa in the sky
when will I get my share?

Then you tell yourself
what you want to hear.

Cause you have to believe.

This will be my year.

This will be my year...Semisonic


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Wednesday, March 10, 2004

I am being very bad.

Yesterday started off well enough and without incident. I was greeted first thing in the morning at around 8:30AM by someone telling me that we had been "dropped." If you know what I am talking about you'll know it's a big deal...but again my day was hardly affected other than the 2 hour all staff meeting which was called to discuss the current circumstances.

Then an email went out asking people to volunteer to man the call centers. Now lately I've been the..."I am too busy to even breath so don't even think about asking me to do anything else." So when I got the email I thought, "It would be good karma to volunteer."

So I volunteered for the 5PM-12AM shift. As long as there would be Diet Coke and I could bring my own headset. It was all very loud and exciting. There were several rooms set up in the building and the one I was in was basically a very large conference room with people sitting around it and phones ringing off the hook. Lots of people that I knew around the table and more that I soon knew better.

We all had scripts and notes. Being on that side of the business some of us were better versed in the situation though those who were not were just as passionate about the brands, so everyone was fired up. The majority of the people who were calling us had no idea that we had been pulled and we had not pulled the signal on our own.

It's all very long and confusing and having spent eight hours explaining what was really going on I am none too eager to type it out here.

Hightlights of the evening include:

The COO of the company fielding calls. All I kept thinking was, "Gee if the person on the other end of the line knew who they were talking to!" Apparently, at one point he said, "Oh so you miss your NICK? Would you like to speak to the President?" Who happened to be sitting right next to him, no kidding.

I work for a media giant, yet it rarely feels like that at all.

We got a lot of calls from people in south, people who sounded like they smoked a great deal and people who apparently rely on NICK to babysit their kids. While it's great for the company it makes me rather sad. I can't think of a show that I would have gotten so distraught about losing as a child. I loved the Muppets but eventually they went away. That's what happens in life. I didn't throw a tantrum and moan. (Tantrums and moaning were for those things that I was angry about never HAVING).

I had a lot of spirited conversations. I started answering by saying, "Good Evening Viacom, this is MY NAME" Something that I don't even do at work. Adding my name set the angry beasts at ease for a moment.

Plus I could knit while I was talking! I got a lot done.

It was all very exciting. Though I was happy to go home. I didn't get home until 1:45AM. I told Gilly that I wanted to sleep late. "I can take an 8:15AM or a 9:55AM bus, but you have to drop me off because there won't be spaces at the park and ride that late in the day."

He said to take the 9:55AM. He told me the same thing this morning. Then at 8:45AM he said, "Okay I am going to drop you off now!" And was like, "It's way too early! I'll have to wait in the cold for over an hour! Why'd you tell me to go on the 9:55AM if this is what you were going to do? I could have taken the 8:15AM!!!"

I was irritated. I gave him a choice and he screwed me with his choice. There was no way I was going to stand in the cold. So I made him follow me and if there weren't any spaces we were going to have to come home and drop off my car. There happened to be space so I waited in MY CAR and sent him on his way with a scowl and nary a goodbye.

Well over an hour later I get out of my car and I go to wait for the bus. I stand there and two old crows stand in front of me. Well they were too old so I didn't say anything. Then two younger crows stood behind me. Then two scary looking crows stood on the side. Okay, what is it with woman??? Can't they travel alone? So then the bus pulls up and the younger crows...instead of allowing the person who'd been waiting the longest ME to get on first they ran to the front of the bus. I was too tired to protest. Then the bus driver says, "OH GEE...it's standing room only." What the F? So I ask when the next bus is and he says, "Oh in an a couple of hours." Unbelievable. So to make an even more painful story more painful still...I had to stand the hour and a half into the city! My hip feels like it's going to separate from my body. If I didn't have a book with me I would have keeled over.

I had a throbbing to point of almost vomiting headache all day. Then when I left the buses were delayed. It took me almost THREE hours to get home. No dinner prepared and now I am exhausted nursing a bumb hip and I'm irritated at my husband who has not provided much support nor diversion given the couple of days I've had.

It's a shame that I gave up saying fuck for lent. This was certainly a fuck worthy day.

posted by JustKeepMum on 10:01 PM