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azurelunatic: Azz and best friend grabbing each other's noses.  (best friends forever)
Evidently there has been mass quitting. Cute Short Chick quit. Ponytail/Metal Dave isn't going to be around. My former Opposite quit/isn't coming back from leave. Comic Pirate Super is going in the back to Fulfillment full-time, now that Sampling is going to be shutting down. The Check-In Princess is not going to be in field (not sure if it's going to the back or quit). Chaos! Panic! Disorder! Random booths disconnecting from the telnet improperly, with things that involve a possible bad situation with routers outside of the immediate building!

That last took up most of my day. I came in and started getting stuff set up. I don't think I ever entirely got the job figured. I was starting to get Spanish set up when there was a spate of red-screens and I had to start running around telling people not to panic. It goes like so: red-screen, reboot, log in again, red-screen, move.

The custom telnet screens are set up to turn bright red when they lose connectivity to the server. When they turn red at the end of the night when you're logging out, that's one thing. But when something in a router somewhere goes astray and there are router loops going out of state somewhere (according to the rather incomprehensible response to the trouble ticket that the Clean-Cut Geek wrote up) and the thing red-screens in the middle of a survey, that is a problem. It screws up the timeclock. It loses the survey info. Doom! Lots of doom!

There was lots of running around with insanity today, lots of trying to get people to be all at the right place at the right time. Outsourced dinner with the gang. Went on break at a sane time. Comic Pirate Super started out attempting to teach me Emerald City (a spreadsheet) but got called off for meetings and didn't return until right before dinner.

I wasn't watching my job properly; Mountain went high (too many surveys complete in proportion to the rest of the timezones) and then they ran out of numbers. Comic Pirate Super wound up watching it for me.

In addition to supervisor trainees, there are monitor trainees. One of them is this tiny little lady with a daughter about my age. The woman reminds me of my own mother, except Mama does not look as if you will break her if you accidentally knock her over. There have not yet been monitor calibration meetings, so there is all sorts of crazy going on. The monitors are trying to calibrate the new monitors, there is training, there are insane computer problems due to end-user error, and then the Lunatic goes more loony, because OMG END-USERS.

My general wit is getting honed at work, though it's a rather lot more punchy than had been typical. I made some sort of riff on "talk to the hand" the other day -- "All problems should be addressed here," and I indicated the outstretched hand. Then (to a new monitor, talking about a certain OMG WTF individual not much more clueful than Mike JONES, the Used Car Salesman) I mentioned that he should talk to the hand, except the hand I displayed only had one finger paying attention.

I actually went on break something like on time today. Amazing.

Comic Pirate Super eventually did teach me how to use Emerald City. Very useful piece of spreadsheet, that. Flat file turn into spreadsheet! I did not break it! This digressed into work-related geeking. It becomes ever more apparent that those around me are not particularly tech-savvy, except for a very few. Those few, I can get into serious geeking with.

Homie G Super wanted to borrow my electronic TPS Report, except it was a little more involved than he was looking for. Now that I see what's going on with Emerald City, I think I'm going to be spiffing up the sheets something fun. The more I can automate these things, the more time we save. I get so excited when I get to work on all that stuff. It's just simple spreadsheet manipulation, pulling stuff from one sheet and generating about five more, but oh, we're doing too much by hand, and we needn't.

Spent the evening restoring my missing R.E.M. songs on iTunes; iTunes and I lost most of Out of Time for a while, and I've been deprived. Living with Sis was not good for my sanity all of the time, and the times when I should have been restoring my sanity with the music, I could not.
azurelunatic: Pool noodle inscribed with "Frickin' Clue Bat" (frickin' clue bat)
It gives me great personal satisfaction to announce that "Mike JONES", the young man who talked with an underage respondent about crack and where to find it, is no longer with the workplace.

The full story of his brief stay with us has been tagged.
azurelunatic: Azz and best friend grabbing each other's noses.  (snot-nosed brats)
Shawn called twice while I was at work. I called back when I was walking home, and we had a grand old chat about the comic and stuff until he was about out of minutes. We ran down my battery. Good times. Damn good times.

... I like being a muse. He had two ways for something to go, and was torn between them, and when he was laying out the scene for the setup for the decision point, I saw a third way it could go, and I shared it with him. He was torn three ways. I was evidently supposed to make the choice easier, not harder.

He and I belong creatively teamed, and it's good that we're talking again.

I wound up in #lj_s sometime after that, and life was good. Life is very good. It's like coming home, to go there. If I'm awake but not otherwise occupied, odds are I'll probably be there.

Monday was an extra shift at work, on the phones. Tuesday was the regular shift, 12-7, except at the stroke of 7 I was still trying to get one last bozo phone goon monitored. This was the fellow who is not at all cool but thinks he is. He's also not at all competent, but thinks he is, and hurtly contests each time we tell him it ain't so. I had to rewind the tape to reconstruct the phone conversation.

Homie G. wished we'd made a dub of the Mike JONES! incident. Evidently this character is now Rev. Not-So-Nice Super's new hero. I was really tempted to take the tape and create an .mp3 using super-advanced cellphone technology. I didn't. I resisted the urge.

After I was done with the bloody monitor report, I helped the Check-In Princess close up the job and clean up and get paperwork and distribution done. I was eventually out of there around 9:45. Lots of paperwork. There are new trainees now, as the one fellow quit to pursue a more musical career. I hope to be seeing him succeed; he deserves that.

Metal Dave thinks that supervisory stuff is rather high-stress, what with all the things that have to be done at once. I think I have to agree with him.

I used the phrase "uphill both ways in the snow" to describe why we mere trainees mayn't have the use of the shiny spreadsheets that the more senior supervisors use to figure the job and all that nasty-bad stuff.

I did the booths out report tonight. Yay booths out. Corrupt files, 18 instances of a trojan deleted so what should we do now, just continue?, a missing F1 key, a dodgy number pad, a headset that Grandma Cinderella can't hear me over when I say "Hola, me nombre es Joan Lunatic..." when calling the bullpen from a random booth, a phone that was set to pulse and not tone, ten booths who can't talk to the domain controller right, and some dodgy telnets. And more.

I'm going to be sleeping in. Seriously sleeping in. Then I have some laundry to attend to, some dishes to put away, and some plasma to share with those more in need of it than my perkily healthy self. By that time I'll be late for writing group.

My desire for performing in any type of leadership capacity during my leisure time has gone absolutely rock-bottom. Will discuss at more length with people once more coherent.
azurelunatic: Cordless phone showing a heart.  (phone)
Talking about Guy Stuff in voices audible in the areas and into the monitor rooms.




Rev. Not-So-Nice Super is shooting rubber bands at people.




... The good Rev. Not-So-Nice Super just shot a rubberband into area 9 from the check-in desk area of the bullpen. He riccocheted it off the ceiling.

...

...yeah.




"Mike Jones" is afraid he's going to get canned. I don't blame him, because he is actually in danger of that. Talking about where to get crack with a teenage respondent? Oh, yeah.




I am on too much coffee. Or something. I made a fresh pot of it for the workplace.




Dude is really not sitting in his booth very much. Kneeling on the chair and spinning it.

I can let it slide for the rest of the hour, maybe.
...or maybe not.
azurelunatic: Cordless phone showing a heart.  (phone)
"Mike Jones" is causing a sensation for having the worst monitor report ever. Still from Friday. Crack. Wtf.
azurelunatic: Cordless phone showing a heart.  (phone)
Morning began with a rousing debate about freedom of speech. Dear Rev. Not-So-Nice Super and the fellow with the Groucho Marx eyebrows concurred that if banning lesbians, even hot lesbians, from the airwaves meant that they would never be exposed to gay men, they'd do it in a heartbeat. Even in movies that they had no intention of watching.

...Those wacky heterosexuals. And that's what I said. "You wacky heterosexuals."

Punching out the wacky heterosexual co-workers bad.

Comic Pirate Super pointed out that Brokeback Mountain is a bestseller. Ha-ha.




"Burning resentment" is probably not the best emotion to have. Trendy Chick thinks that it would make a good song title.

Thank you, obnoxious phone goon who won't read the survey as written.




"Mike Jones" is here and alive and has behaved himself so far.

(Backstory: Evidently there's this rap artist named Mike Jones. Since I am not a particular listener of rap music, I missed this, and have only been exposed to the stylings of Mr. Jones by means of my co-workers intermittently moaning out "Mike JOOOOOOOONNNNES!" as if it has some particular meaning or other. This has come to be a sort of workplace cliché of some sort -- almost any occasion can be livened up by someone hollering "Mike JONES!")

Yesterday, "the kid", one of the newer interviewers, took it into his head to introduce himself as "Mike JOOOOONNNNES", in that exact same intonation. Identical intonation on the identical name is either a conspiracy or a meme. He was the one who was also talking with a teen about crack and where to find it (evidently Circle K is a hotspot, which does not surprise me).

His monitor report today indicated that he'd calmed down a lot overnight. Not surprising when you've just earned the worst score in the building.




May not write "wackiness ensued" as part of a monitor report.

Even with "Mike Jones".

(Respondent was being a dick. One of the common ways of being a dick on $ISSUE_SIDE_JOB is claiming that teens live, or lived, in the household, but making implausible and/or illegal claims about their whereabouts and/or fate. This dick was claiming that he'd sent the teen(s) out for cigarettes and/or beer, and that he did not know when a good time to call back was, because the teen(s) had a meeting with their probation officer. "Mike" does not have enough experience in the way of twit respondents to deal with this effectively. Wackiness ensued. Even though I can't say so on the monitor report.)
azurelunatic: Cordless phone showing a heart.  (phone)
"Stupid bitch!" is among one of the many things that should not be said on an open line at work.

When reporting incident to shift ops supervisor, this can be summed up with the phrase "There was a 'Stupid bitch' on an open line." Air quotes included.




Also should not be done: when calling to speak with teens in a survey, should not ask to speak with teens when respondent says they're not interested. Should not repeat that when respondent says really, they're not interested. Should not keep acting like a broken fucking record when respondent is getting rather righteously angry. Should not HANG UP ON respondent when she asks for your name so she can report you to your supervisor for being a FUCKING IDIOT.

I gave the phone goon in question the worst score we have available. Because he earned it.




Calming down now. I stalked out of my monitor room with perfect posture to retrieve that report, bouncing indignantly with the force of my footsteps. I should probably stand up straight more often.




And there goes the blood pressure again. Little kid should not be having a conversation with respondent about where to get crack. Little kid should not be whispering "Do you like scary movies?" at respondents. Et cetera, ad nauseum. Fortunatly I have a strong stomach.

... and then Rev. Not-so-nice Supervisor was unable to keep a straight face when telling the guy to cut it the fuck out. Nice going there buster. Nice going. He gets the worst score in the building and he thinks you think it's all a joke.




Oh, yeah, this job is capable of driving people nuts.




Am glad that the job is staying over. No clue why they're justifying dialing until 7, but that's not really my affair as I'm not running the job today. No clue if they are dialing Spanish specifics either. I tried to start them out doing that, but gods know if Metal Dave actually did that. (Metal Dave = ponytail dave.)

My brain go boom.

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