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
Back to Being Boring..and some thoughts about Blogging..
06-15-2009 Monday
For some reasons, I have mixed-up emotions about going back to work after a long vacation. I'm worried about selling because I might've forgotten my selling skills during my hibernation period. Later, I will be back to be the boring, workaholic Monica (a name, if you're not yet aware, I'm known over the phone when I talk to dozens of Americans at work) and say bye bye to the lazy ass Pusa (a name I'm known here) who gets to sleep for 12 fucking hours, straight. Sure I'll miss being a sloth but at the same time, I'm anxious to go back to work, hit my goals and get this month's commission. Oh well, gotta keep the fire of anticipation burning to brush off any negativity that could distract me later.
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Here I am this afternoon typing on this computer (time check: 1:11pm) while everyone around me sleeps, when I say everyone, I meant my grandmother who's sprawled on the floor beside the computer table, my dog Damien, blocking our front door and my cats Natalie and Lena curled up in a chair (my other cat Shelby is nowhere to be found). As you can tell, I'm the only living thing awake right now, that's because I just woke up not more than 2 hours ago, haha.
I have nothing to update that might interest you, besides I don't post blog updates for all you readers sake (if there's any. Hmm *glances at the Hits Counter), it's more for my own sake. Writing has been my way of exorcising my personal demons that haunt me from time to time. I can say that I've left my rebellion days behind but there are still times when I lose my mind and I do some fucked-up things, things I'd rather not talk about. Besides, I'm sure that everyone is guilty of doing things that we're not supposed to, right? When it comes to regrets, I have a lot but I choose not to dwell on those things and just move forward.
When I write, I don't just write, I cut a piece of myself and put it into words. I use this blog to express some random thoughts, share some of my opinions on certain things, or simply release my pent-up emotions. Also, I look at it as an interactive way of keeping track of everything that's happening in my life. Something that I can simply click if I want to visit the past, if I want to be reminded of what I used to be or how I dealt with a certain bullshit I encountered. I used to keep diaries when I was younger and there's this heaping pile of notebooks labeled as 'diary' stashed under my bed but when I realized how much space it consumes, I thought an online journal wouldn't be so bad.
I've been browsing blogs of random people recently and to be honest, I am disappointed. All I read are rants about some stupid shitty nonsense, complaints about how ugly they looked but when you scroll down, you see a big photo of them in their most glamorous pose, complaints about how their life sucked just because they couldn't fix their hair right. Nonsense, crappy, random bullshits.
Most people think that being a controversial attention whore will get others to be interested in your blog. What the fuck is that about? You put up a blog, if people liked it, they'll visit it, if not, who gives a fuck? You don't even have to be such a big baby and post about how you feel that life is unfair because no one seemed to visit your blog. Un-fucking-believable.
How can some people claim that life is unfair to them today when in fact life has been unfair even before they sprouted into this earth? No one has the right to complain, anyway. Everyone undergoes a certain bullshit in their lives so don't you ever claim, for one second, that the burden you have is heavier than what others carry on their shoulders. Take a good look around you to see that there are people around your age who lives under a footbridge and barely eats a full 3 meal a day. What's even more mind-boggling to me is the fact that, ironically, the people who has good looks, clear complexion, nice hair, a trim body and a decent house to live in are the same exact people who complain a lot and claim that life is unfair to them.
Complaining will get you nowhere so if I were you, I'll think of something better to write, or just crawl to a hole and sulk for eternity.
Or better yet, start digging up your own grave. Life sucks for you, right? Try meeting up with Death.
Labels: blogging, pink crimson, rants, work
I'm Getting Fat.. and that's fine.
06-10-2009 Wednesday
I've gained some weight these past few days that I'm on vacation. The delicious food that my grandma always prepares is the one to blame. Oh and also my daily routine. I sleep at 10pm then I wake up at 11 in the morning, just in time to eat lunch, then after eating, I would sit in front of the computer then when my eyes get tired I lie on my bed and eventually fall asleep again. The routine of a total sloth, ain't it?
I don't have any form of exercise so I wouldn't be surprise if my cholesterol level is at it's peak. I feel too stressed and exhausted and I dread the thought of sweating,come on,the temperature is too hot that I'm already sweating even when I'm just sitting down. In a week or so, I'll be a pig. No maybe even worse. A boar.
I really don't care about being fat. I'm not like most girls who go on a diet, eat less, do aerobics or anything like that just to lose weight. That's crap. Everyone wants to be thin and when their pants tightened up a bit, they panic and rant about how fat they are, how ugly they are, how messy their hair looks. They criticize themselves too much. Most girls have this behavior that's why I have very few girl friends. Most of my friends are boys. You can wrestle with them all day and they wouldn't care about how their hair looks like or how dirty and smelly they are.
What's up with most girls anyway? They care too much about their looks yet they care less about others? Observe a
Friendster or
Facebook profile of a girl. It's filled with their best looking pictures but when you read the caption, it says something like, 'Oh no I look ugly please don't view'. What's up with that? You're posting a picture where in you seem to have applied way too much make-up just to look good yet you still criticize yourself? I never thought that narcissism and hypocrisy can blend that way.
As for myself, I like who I am and what I look like. If I have a good photo to share, I share it and I put a decent caption, something that neither brags nor rants. I don't believe that being thin means you are beautiful and sexy. I don't believe that you have to find fault in yourself often, to be honest I think that some people do it to get attention and to get other people tell them otherwise.
I'm satisfied with what I am. I never wished to be somebody else. I'm all about loving myself because this is where we begin to love others. I look in the mirror and as long as the girl looking back at me is healthy and smiling, I could've cared less of what others have to say.
smile!
Labels: girls, pink crimson, rants, thin
