Thursday, October 14, 2004
Wednesday, June 09, 2004
Day 86
Monday, June 07, 2004
Disgruntled
I have a conscience
Unbelieveable. The lady who just called lived about 10 houses down from the house I grew up in. Her son went to my grade school...he is my age, so I assume he was in my classes, though I don't remember him by name. So I couldn't sell her. You know your job is slimy when you refer people you like to other departments. Transfer!
Nervous
I'm dying here. Someone called from the competition...already. I tried to call her and got voice mail. I want to go to lunch, but I am trying to hold off 15 more minutes. I am starving and excited, and I don't know what to do with myself. I could work, but what's the fun in that?
Day 92
The days are going by so fast. Although if I got this new job I could cut the timeframe a lot shorter. I'm a cheater, yep.
Treason
Well, I sent my resume to the competition. They have a 25 hour per week DBA job. Perfect. The emailed me just now to let me know that they are reviewing my resume, and will contact me if I am qualified. Well, I am very qualified. The ad said that a high school diploma was the highest education required. That rocks. I could finish my degree in two years if I worked part time. I hope to god that the pay is good, and that they are interested in me. I interview well, so I hope they give me a shot.
Friday, June 04, 2004
Highly stressed
I am on the edge today. I and fatigued and frustrated. I applied for vacation to go home at 3:00pm. No word yet. I am going to surf for jobs within the company. Stock options are just too lucrative for me to leave completely. I know I am supposed to wait 99 days...I am trying...
Friday, Day 93
It is not a good sign that I am already tensing up this morning. How long can someone survive hating what they do all day? Some people can live their whole lives that way, but I don't think I can do this much longer. 93 days.
Thursday, June 03, 2004
Wednesday, June 02, 2004
Around the office
One of the reasons I prefer co-worker interaction to customer interaction is the equality. In other words, co-workers cannot cuss me out, say they want to deal with a "man", tell me to "go back to India" (even though I am a Jewish mutt from the U.S. of A.), or tell me that my voice sounds sexy and turns them on. I am protected at work, but on the phone with a customer I have to act like all is well. I have to be shat on and like it. A co-worker is in the same position I am; we can't shit on each other. It's nice.
Meetings, Day 95
Tuesday, June 01, 2004
Sigh.
I sometimes wonder if I can make it. I am on the edge today. I am so sick of people. Tomorrow I have a 1x1 meeting with my manager. I think I might tell him that I want out, that I want to move to a new position.
I am worried about losing so much face that I will not have a future at this company. If it wasn't for that, I would do it in a second.