There's always at least one. Problem Child was the first one I noticed, he who wound up singing "Girls just want to have fun" far too late and on an open line while being monitored, badly out of tune. Stoner-boy was just thick. King of Birdbrains was surreal as well as stroppy. Now, Tall, Handsome, and Duuuuhmb is as advertised. There's a little too much blond in the boy, and he left his booth a mess.

Stoner Boy doesn't work with us anymore.


It's not to say that an employee of this type does not have potential. Groucho Marx Phone Goon worked with the company some years back and was an employee of difficulty. This time around, he has distinct potential, and may even be under consideration to help out. Heck, I was very much not a model employee. This time, I have ambition and drive.

But there's a certain attitude that bodes ill for people. Part of that attitude is a cheerful disregard for the spirit of the rules of the workplace. This guy has a lot of that.

A lot of people on the phone are telling the phone
goon King of Birdbrains that, big surprise to us all,
it's Sunday!

He shared this with me.

It's 10am already, and the vast majority of my
paperwork is done. In fact, checking with Pink Shirt
Guy, all of the paperwork that doesn't depend on
others is done. Hee.

This means that aside from working on the one
spreadsheet and checking people in and out, I'm
booooored -- except, of course, for talking to people
who don't think they have problems but they actually
do -- and, of course, for telling the King of
Birdbrains to not stand ON his chair (I think he was
talking to someone in another part of the call
center)...

Oy. Is it lunchtime yet?

It's a nice, quiet, warm Saturday morning in the way
that only rainy quiet weekend mornings can be: cool
and wet outside, and just warm and slightly humid
enough inside, with all noises just slightly muted.

I mixed up a pitcher of espresso/chocolate ice
cream/milk blended beverage, and it's currently
sitting in the supervisors' break room refrigerator.
Since I'm a lactard who doesn't know where her pills
are, my digestion is regretting the cup I drank. It
tastes good, though.

The bond is on this morning, providing a good
50% of the hazy warm Saturday morning feel. My
co-workers are probably wondering what's making me
smile like this. Somehow I think many of them are
insufficiently esoteric to appreciate any explanation
I could give past "It feels like my best friend is
thinking of me this morning." Even though it doesn't
feel quite like he's thinking of me, it just feels
like he doesn't have to have his professional face on
and he's relaxing and happy.

My coffee has been duly appreciated. Stressy College
Chick Shift Ops Super and Short Chick Super said it
was good. *grin*

The general feeling of well-being is overriding my
worries of earlier this morning. I'll talk to the
person who will be training me as a supervisor about
my concerns, and I hope everything will go well.

I'm still skeeved out by the phone goon who seems to
be hitting on me. Stressy College Chick Super is
witness to the fact that he was wanting to know if it
was me when she answered the phone and told him that
no, he had to call the actual attendance line to call
in. Note to phone goon: you hitting on your
supervisors goes over a lot better if you actually
BOTHER TO SHOW UP FOR YOUR SCHEDULED SHIFTS.
Otherwise, we just think you're a pathetic schmoozer.