Well it's 11.20 pm, Wednesday night.
Just got back from the gym.
Exhausted.
Big surprise, eh?
Anyway, after about 7 months of searching,
I finally got a job working for an international software company.
It's only a 3-month temp gig,
and I've just entered the final month.
Now the workplace is great.
Compared to the shitholes I've been, that is.
One of the main reasons is that the focus
is on getting the work done,
instead just being there like a goddamn zombie.
The pay's decent.
The location's good, too.
One problem.
The actual job.
I. Am. A. Telemarketer.
That's right.
I AM A FUCKING TELEMARKETER!
SON OF A BITCH!
Calling up existing customers every day to get them
to renew their maintenance contracts.
Each time I begin working,
I can see my soul from outside the window...
giving me the finger,
and running off.
Yep. The joys of working for 'The Man'.
Well at least it pays.
Enough of that.
Also, fuck you.
Whoever you are.
Thanks for reading!
Bitch.
