I found my baby bok choi-shaped phone! It is green and shaped like bok choi and generally very exciting and/or tacky, depending on your appreciation of awesomeness. I mean, lack of taste. Sadly there's no phone jack in my room, but this hasn't stopped me putting the BBCP on my desk in pride of place anyway. Am pretty sure that if I was ever to receive a direct message from God, He'd call on the BBCP. Phone jack or no.
Ew, work tomorrow. Do not want to go. The thing that annoys me the most about work is its total lack of disorganisation - they have no electronic database system (repeat customers/people to call back actually have to be written on pieces of paper - come on people are we or are we not living in the 21st century), no filing system to speak of, no central database of information on our product (there is a semi-regularly updated clearfile folder but I refuse to count this), a poor training system, and a grammatically incorrect and completely unworkable sales script. Give me five days, a lot of stationery and a team of midgets (filing midgets and computer programming midgets, mainly - midgets because they'll take up less room and hey, the recession's hitting everyone, right? Jobs for midgets!) and I could have the whole lot sorted out. I just want to FIX THINGS.
Also I want to not make any more telemarketing calls.
Ah well - am trying to remind myself that I hated EFTPOS when I first started there, and look how that turned out! Oh yeah that's right I continued to hate it and turned into a borderline alcoholic. Hmm.
Perhaps, tomorrow, I will stage a revolution. Or maybe next Monday, when I've been there a little longer and completely cemented my reputation - and Oh My God, iTunes, which is on Random in the other room, has just started playing Red and Black from Les Miserables, which is possibly the most revolutionary song ever written (apart from do you hear the people sing?, but I don't like that). It is a sign!
Telemarketers, the time is now! Rise from your swivel chairs! Let us stand as one against the evil corporate oppressor!
No more shall our lifeless fingers play upon our filthy, standard-issue keypads!
No longer shall our delicate lower-class buttocks grace these ergonomically unsound chairs!
Comrades, throw off your headsets! The revolution has come!
Soon, from the highest of CBD towers, will fly the symbol of justice, of righteousness, of freedom...
The Headset and Biro!