I work hard for my money so you'd better treat me right. And now I have a Dairy Queen craving.
I also got my first and only "Fuck you" from a prospect who then immediately hung up the phone, but it hold not even the suggestion of a candle to the following recording. I think the woman here is some kind of personification of pure rage, and I feel bad for laughing at someone with such obviously serious issues, but Oh. My. Fucking. God. Just wait for the part when she starts talking about hernias.
YOU ARE A LIFE DESTROYER!
My new job for the last two weeks has been teaching ESL at the summer camp, and although I'm glad of the short hours and valuable non-porn store experience on my resume, the stress level makes me long for the relative peace of the call centre. The kids are wild. Instead of me and 20 12-15 year-olds like I'd been told, there's me, another teacher, and about 40 9-20 year-olds, of wildly varying English abilities. They range from almost fluent to not understanding anything other than "Brad Pitt" and maybe "X-Box."
These kids are extremely rich, extremely undisciplined, and shepherded by a small crew of grossly underpaid teenage chaperones who basically let them do whatever they want. Our field trip to the zoo was an organizational abortion. For starters, most of the kids didn't even want to go. They had a better zoo in Mexico, they said. They'd rather go shopping, they said. I have never in my life seen a group of kids bored at the zoo. They were slumped in apathetic little clusters, munching bags of chips while the FREAKING AFRICAN ELEPHANTS gallivated right behind them. And because they were uninterested in the animals, they preferred to just wander off rather than take a tour; trying to keep them together was like herding cats. Blind, deaf, intoxicated cats. One chaperone bowed out after ten minutes and just parked her ass at the entrance of the zoo waiting for the day to be over. After about an hour of me being the only one who seemed to care if somebody got eaten by a hippopotamus, I too gave up. I think they all got back to their homestay eventually.
Since the update has been largely me bitching, I might as well conclude it in like form: it's not yet nine pm on a Friday in the biggest city in the country. I'm young, single, and have a bit of cash in my pocket. And I'm already in my pyjamas, flicking from one website to another, hoping maybe my sister will call from B.C., which will probably have to be the highlight of my weekend. I'm as bored as a wealthy Mexican schoolgirl, it seems.