|added Thu June 17 2004 at 7:40 PM
|I'm not sure what exactly is wrong with me today. I got plenty of sleep last night. I actually had a rather enjoyable afternoon. I ate lunch at Wendy's with my cousin whom I haven't seen in a couple years. We spent the rest of the afternoon hanging out together with some other guys on campus.
I didn't feel at all irritated until I first tried to call in to work to make sure that they needed me today. I didn't see any reason to show up only to be told to go home or come back at 4:00. Especially since I was having a rather enjoyable afternoon. Sadly, it was perhaps the most enjoyable I've had in what-a month?
I first called at about 2:30, leaving plenty of time to get in on time. This is the time that they recommend to call because the usually have a good sense of what the work load is going to be for the day. I tried calling 3,4, maybe even 5 times right then because they weren't picking up. I kept getting the vaoicemail which (obviously) wasn't going to help me. I wasn't trying to call in with an emergency or anything, I just wanted to know if they had work for me today.
I seriously considered just not calling them again and justifying that they didn't answer when I did call. Fact of the matter is that I really didn't want to come in. I hate the job, I hate the way it makes me feel. I hate dialing for 30 minutes without talking to anybody. I hate the ear-piercing "Not In Service" message. Perhaps most of all, I hate watching the supervisors spend somewhere between 25 and 75 percent of their time doing nothing.
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