Should I Quit My Crap Job??????

[bensonbenson]

Well, should I?

I work in a busy call centre. It is the pits. I feel like a little bit of my brain is being eaten by every slavering slurring slurry-headed mongol that phones me up to chat shit about their credit card accounts, and so by extension their bloody boring pointless lives.

I've thought about it over and over again until the various options stop making sense and I can't even understand what is meant by words like 'poor' 'hungry' and 'council tax arrears'.

I need a bit of a nudge in the right direction from my new pals on the NOFUTUREmsgbrd. Answer my poll, and decide if, on Monday morning I should:

(a) Swing through the office window on a chandelier and land on a beautiful white pony I'll have tethered up outside and clip-clop off to the dole office to scrounge the first in an infinite series of £42.50 worth of cider vouchers

(b) bite the bullet, get a frontal lobe lobotomy and embrace the world of telephonic customer service with crystal tears streaming down my face and gutteral moans of pleasure.

PLEASE TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY if you feel that you need more information before giving a qualified opinion don't fill in the poll with a haughty devil-may-care flourish. This is my future we're talking about. Ask if there's any information I can tell help you out with to help the decision making process along a bit.

[gypsy_cream]

quit it, you can get a better one...lifes too short to burn yersel oot over some shitty phone job

[garew]

I agree, Don't waste your time at a job that makes you unhappy.

[Sheridan]

sell drugs instead.
dolla dolla bill ya'll.

[dan gulberry]

Get out of there! I used to work for BT 192 and it changed me - I was a moody bastard in my free time. It clicked eventually - all your human interactions are timed, and their 'success' is measured according to how quickly you were able to complete them.

Also, you get LOADS of abuse from callers, not just narky ones, but ugly racist fuckers spitting venom at you down the phoneline. It got so bad I used to cut people off if I so much as suspected they were going to give me a hard time. Grannies and children included.

Also they wouldn't let me read, even when there were no calls coming in. Apparently it means you're not 'ready' to respond to customers. You were allowed to write/sketch though. So although you weren't able to read a novel, you could write one. Hmm I wonder which would take more concentration?

As you can see, the experience is still with me...

[phil]

just fucking quit and get another job somehwere betterr

[Hagbard]

Learn to be happy with no money.

[gypsy_cream]

then when you do get money youll appreciate it more

[Loz]

Originally posted by bensonbenson
Well, should I?

I work in a busy call centre.

I read this far, and knew how to vote.

Leave now. Now. NOW.

[river]

Ha - me too, Loz.

I love that it's 6 yea, 0 nay. ;)

[bensonbenson]

looks like I've got 'NO FUTURE' in telephonic customer servicing then, heeheehoohah

does it change anything when I let you all know that we're all in the call centre at this very moment, yoked up by our headsets like a 21st century telecommunications chain gang, softly singing 'swing low sweet chariot' and crying blood?

That's right. I have to work until midnight on a friday and from two in the afternoon until midnight on a sunday.

wot a pissy job

[Hagbard]

Get used to a frugal life, learn a manual skill and learn to speak chinese.

It'll help for the day when we all work in sweatshops making toys for the rich chinese children ;)

[Loz]

what's your number? I'll keep ringing until I get through to you.

[bensonbenson]

I couldn't ask anyone to call me my tone of voice is so depressing when I'm at work I've got four confirmed kills from people topping themselves after calling me up to check the balance on their credit card.

That isn't actually even the highest in the company.

[Loz]

are you Marvin?

[bensonbenson]

no

[jukka]

hey p.

[penciLneck]

bastard stop phoning me. so yes.

[garew]

I dont know how people do those jobs. I hate being on the phone to loved ones.

[Hagbard]

Originally posted by garew
I hate being on the phone to loved ones.

Yeah me too. Phones are evil fullstop.

[Loz]

I hate it when they guy with asthma keeps ringing me up in the middle of the night

[Goonie]

yup, quit quit quit

[love_tempo]

I'd say quit now, give yernotice on monday. You should be asking yourself why you are even hesitating. What are you afraid of? Don't forget that you are destroying your cv by staying in a call centre.

You don't have to, and probably shouldn't, go on the dole. You could you get a tolerable part time job until you find something else? Spend the next week applying for part-time jobs and take a week or two holidays in between.

[Hagbard]

...and if you don't have any dependants at the moment then make the most of it.. cos one day you might not have the luxury of quitting...

[Spandex]

Jack it in.

[bitch one]

stick it out you pussy. where's your bulldog spirit?

[grobelaar]

What would you rather be doing

and what are you capable of doing...

best to have a plan - even if it is to stick it out on the dole for a bit - set yourself some targets and don't just loaf about whatchin trisha

[wheezer]

Why not hang on till you find a better one, then do the whole pony thing, but with bigger cider vouchers as a reward? Too conservative?

[WestcountryShakedown]

Quit your job and become an electro DJ.

You'll make a fortune and get many ladies

[gypsy_cream]

talking from experience?

[WestcountryShakedown]

Originally posted by Gypsy_Cream
talking from experience?

This book told me,

http://www.booksattransworld.co.uk/catalog/images/0593049667.jpg

[gypsy_cream]

omg

[Hagbard]

lol

when I was living in London there used to be this 'City' looking suited fellar who I would often end up sitting next to on the train, he was reading that book for like 9 months every morning :) duh..

[gypsy_cream]

what a tool

[jukka]

i've seen a lot of dj's spinning records who might have better read that book before playing out.

[jukka]

Originally posted by WestcountryShakedown
Quit your job and become an electro DJ.

You'll make a fortune and get many ladies

so, is electro the new trance ?

[WestcountryShakedown]

Originally posted by jukka

so, is electro the new trance ?

will be soon, now baselogic are marketing it.

I flicked through that how to dj book in waterstones, I cant remember whether it was that one or another very similar one. But it tells you really stupid stuff such as what to wear, how to behave in record shops and not to quit your day job before the big gigs begin to roll in.

@bensonbenson, you really should quit that shitty job. Thought you were moving to london anyways? You could work in one of them skyscrapers.....


...on the telephones.

[bensonbenson]

phew!

thanks for all your input guys, and 91.3% of you will be pleased to hear that I've followed your advice and landed on the pavement in a shower of crystal glass shards just one week ago.

Holes in my shoes and a rumbling tum meant that inaction was no option. I had to hastily shake my moneymaker if I was to avoid a difficult conversation with my landlord, and the security guard at somerfield's.

So I've taken up vigilantism. The hours are quite flexible, and you're pretty much your own boss. In fact, you're pretty much your own moral arbiter. A vengeful nature has always been one of my strong points, and something I've been keen to develop in a professional capacity, so keeping street scum in check was the obvious career path I never noticed!

In the interests of keeping a secret identity, and the absence of available square yards of spandex, I've been forced to craft myself a full body suit made only from thin black insulating tape, with convenience holes only for eyes and a hinged plastic hatch for when nature calls. The overall effect is of an S+M mummy. Apologies to anyone whose mummy is into S+M.

You need to keep an eagle eye out for injustice in this game. You can never be sure that the police will be able to activate your calling siren in time for you to hear it, reach the scene of the disturbance and kick some scumbag butt (this is despite my leaving my calling siren outside the police station with clear instructions on how to use it at the start of the week. It makes you glad they're no longer the last line of defence, doesn't it Brightonians?). To this end, I stepped up in intensity what has always been a keen hobby of mine: keeping watch on the comings and goings at the old people's home up the road.

And lucky for the old hen in flat number 4 that I did. The dappy thing had invited what at first glance seemed to be a silver haired chum to tea. Tightening the focus on my camouflaged binoculars told a different story. When the poor dear had toddled off the toilet, the sneaky 'guest' soon showed her true colours. Without asking (I got the whole building wired for sound - you need to stay one step ahead in my line of work) she launched into the biscuit tin and tea caddy, stuffing digestives into her filthy maw with withered thieving fingers.

This was a fucked up situation, but I was on it. I broke cover and sprinted towards the window. Luckily concerns about senior citizen's ability to cope with stairs mean that the flats are all on ground level. Money constraints have meant that I haven't yet attached a grappling hook to my utility belt. In fact, it's not really a belt. It's an old set of braces that I've sellotaped various heavy kitchen utensils and a penknife to. You have to learn to make the most from what resources you've got in this game.

I smashed through the window, and wordlessly booted the thief in the tit whilst simultaneously subjecting her to a nerve thump with a spatula. She hit the deck with the sickening thump of justice in action. At that moment the flat's owner zimmer-framed into the kitchen, and looked up with what I can only describe as shocked gratitude on her shrivelled old face. Without another word I kissed her tenderley on the mouth, left my calling card (a banana skin with a skull drawn on it) and swiped her handbag.

I'm not a fucking charity, darling!

Anyway, I can't help but think of it as a kind of stopgap. Has anyone got any other ideas for graduate employment in the South East (I've got a 2.1)?

[Hagbard]

I'm gonna be unemployed in Brighton from September onwards, can I be your sidekick? Is there a pension?

[bensonbenson]

I work alone

[bracket]

Originally posted by WestcountryShakedown


This book told me,

http://www.booksattransworld.co.uk/catalog/images/0593049667.jpg

A mate bought me that for Christmas one year - like they were trying to tell me something.....

Its fuckin shit. The stupiest thing in the book has to be 'how to open a cellophane wrapped record the correct way so that you dont look like a prick in front of everybody in the record store'....

[Patrick]

I think I've got that book at home somewhere. It is indeed shit.
Hopefully I've thrown it out.

[gypsy_cream]

Originally posted by [b]racket
'how to open a cellophane wrapped record the correct way so that you dont look like a prick in front of everybody in the record store'....


"oh and don't let anyone in 'the scene' know you have this book so you don't look like a prick"

[/dev/null]

Well, should I?

I work in a busy call centre. It is the pits.

Yes, basically.
Once gave myself asthma and bronchitis at the same time from staying in a job I hated. And nearly turned into an alcoholic in the process.

Get out, and you will find something you want to do.