A Week of Pressure

08-12-2009 Wednesday

Work is getting more and more of a motherfucker to us, the employees, and we feel the pressure as those fucking cunts and cocks most commonly known as the management, tighten the leash they forced to tie around our necks. Everything is starting to get harder, the goals are next to impossible, the rules are getting more unfair, yet our pay still stays the same and the incentives are just some cents compared to what those undeserving bastards are getting.

Imagine this: They have the decency to walk around holding that Starbucks drink,produced out of the money we've worked hard for to get but sadly, we don't. We do all the selling, we fucking bleed for every sale, and the money we made goes straight into their pockets. To be honest, I don't complain about that a lot, until now that they're starting to pressure us more.

At the start of August, my stats are doing good, I even have my goal set to get more incentives this month. As the month progress, I started to go down. I don't know why. I can sell, shit, I've been at it for two years and counting but the calls I'm getting are fucking craps. I talk to whining Americans, condescending assholes, and dumb blondes. God, I wonder why America is so rich in spite of having a lot of dumb people who wanted to get the impossible.

The worse thing is they don't give a fuck about your calls. They just want you to sell, sell, sell so they can make more money out of you. You can't reason out that your calls are bullshit, you can't reason out that you customer is a racist, you can't reason out that you've tried your best because for them your best simply isn't enough.

I didn't mean to rant this much but that's just how we feel as employees. My colleagues, my dear beloved teammates share the same sentiment. Most of them will tell us to just leave if we're not happy but it's not as easy as that. We have families to feed, we have a lot of things to consider, we can't just leave. Besides, I've come to enjoy being with these people, it's just the management that makes our lives a living hell.

Our manager feels the pressure and she has no choice but to pass it on us. She has always been nice, considerate and she is not just a manager, she's a friend and confidante in one. But now, things seemed to also get in her nerves and we don't really blame her for feeling that way. She has said in many of her messages to us that she's starting to lose it, and the thing we can't say is that it's the same thing for us.

Shit. I just wish we can all make it thru this entire month of hell.

Labels: americans, blonde, pink crimson, rants, work

posted by Monica-Lynne @ 3:26 AM