bubosquared | Nov. 23rd, 2005

Oh, goddammit, a co-worker just strolled by whistling When I Need You and now it's in. my. head. and ARGH!

Okay, dorkage time. We've recently been getting daily reports on our call stats, totals of how many calls we've made the previous day, etc. I've pretty much consistently been in the top spot, and while I know this makes me incredibly lame, I get a huge kick out of that. (Yes, I'm competetive. Hush, you.) Yesterday was exceptional even for me, with 106 activities, which my supervisor congratulated me on, and the department head just e-mailed me to tell me what a great job I'm doing. *grin* And yes, maybe I take too much pride in a call centre job, but you know, I like this line of work, for some reason, and I like actually being productive. Yes, those six or so months of having very little to do but sit on my arse and surf all day were kinda fun, but boring, and I prefer knowing that I'm actually earning my paycheck.

(First Dutch-speaking person who makes a quip about living up to my name, dies, BTW. *glare*)

I hooold out my haaands and I touuuuch looove ...

Oh, boo, I won't be getting my Denise needles for another week at least! I e-mailed the woman running the shop I got them from, and her shipment of them is in customs and won't be with her until end of this week at the earliest. Bah! *sulks

Oh hey, Belgian slashers, do we want to arrange a get-together again or something when I'm over there?

And all that I sooooo wanna giiive youuu ...

I have a persistent headache and it's getting worse despite the painkillers. Grar. Need more coffee. And a cigarette. And possibly some sugar.

IT'S ONLYYYY A HEARTBEAT AWAAAAYYYYYY!