Saturday, February 23, 2013

New Job, New Bitches

So having moved to Big Sky Country, I had to find a job to support myself while I'm going back to the money-sucking university to get another degree. I found said job in customer service at a well-known satellite television provider. Now, for the most part, I have enjoyed the first 5 weeks of training and have done very well. But as you know, my patience for bitches is next to nil. The training class I'm in currently is the largest they've had in quite a while at Satellite TV. In this class, I have found some entertaining and mainly awesome people that I get to hang out with outside of work (saving me from drinking bottle after bottle of wine by myself in my tiny little house in a city where I know next to no one). Unfortunately, the class is full of twenty-something idiots that have the "look at me! pay attention to me!" problem that most of this generation seem to have these days. The compulsive and fucking annoying need to comment on EVERY-FUCKING-THING is too much. I mean, the fact that they know next to nothing about life doesn't seem to dawn on them. Seriously. They suck all the energy out of the room and leave it devoid of any intelligence whatsoever. It's all I can take. Luckily, we have gone through all the classroom part of the training and are now on the phones. I thought this would mean I wouldn't have to deal with most of them. Wrong. On my "team" are two of these ball sacs. One can barely make it through a sentence without telling us about her eidetic memory and how awesome she is. So you can memorize shit quickly and effectively. Good for you. Unfortunately, you can't fake empathy or sound less than robotic when you speak to others. You are sad. Get over yourself. The second one has to argue with EVERYONE about EVERY damn thing. It really doesn't matter what it is or if he's wrong, he's gonna argue. The problem with this is that, between him arguing with whatever our team leader and job coaches say and the other one having a comment and letting us know how awesome she is, shit takes 10 times as long to get completed. This works my last nerve because, frankly, I don't give a damn what either of them has to say at this point. And the fact that they seem to think they are clever by repeating whatever I say with what they seem to think is a southern accent is getting tired. I've not said anything yet. I've kept my mouth shut and gone about my business. But holy hell, they are working my last nerve! So my advice to all the millennials out there: You are not as great as you think you are. Go tell your mom. You have yet to accomplish anything remotely grande enough to have the level of overconfidence you possess. So shut the fuck up already! Those of us that earned our confidence want to punch you in the face and the crotch. 

Hopefully, I'll find a better paying job in education once hiring season starts here for next school year. Otherwise, you might see my face on the news for going ape shit on two co-workers at a call center. I'm this close, people.