Well, here I am. People who know me love me whether they like it or not. It's a burden since I dislike most people. You can find My actual Life HERE. I have many fandoms, and many likes but I have yet to find passion in a past time. You are welcome as long as you behave.
I figure as long as STAN can live here, I can too. Here's round two.
RAGERAGERAGE
So, I went to work today and now I'm home. It's been a while since I put forth a surly rant in here. I'm so pissed off at my job. There have been so many changes in what's available for customers and the tools that we use to set up accounts or make changes or even view and reference policies. How many of these things work? Almost none, at least not in a timely manner. Fucking piece of shit computer programs that they celebrate making my job easier have done nothing but not work and slow down the process. I can't find anything and the maintenance programs take forever to load or make any changes. I get so frustrated when the call time expectation keeps lowering and the shit they give me to do my fucking job doesn't fucking WORK. Hey, Molly, go out and drive a bus and pick up all these people, but we're going to give you flat tires. We're putting 10 more stops in your route, but you need to get it all done in less time than before. You are still expected to follow the law and safety procedures. That's what I feel like.
I'm still also expected to have positive sales numbers, but they changed the rate plans available and the features they are offering cost less. People are taking stuff that don't already have it. The people who are calling in are people who already have the old shit and want the new, cheaper options. fuck fuck FUCK! I can't have positive sales figures when the company that expects them are undercutting themselves! grumblegrumbleobscenitiesrawrgrumble.
I'm divorced, Bitches! Officially today my divorce was finalized. That's my big news. As I also said in my last post, Schultzie got me a pic and autograph of J. Michael Tatum. I love him. Him meaning Schultzie and Tatum.
I called my Mom to tell her about the divorcings. She told me she had a job interview today. Good... It was a second interview. Even better... The job is in Texas. Fuck that bullshit. Oh well, I hope she gets it. She gets depressed when she isn't working. It's in Ft. Worth, it's not totally the asshole of the earth. Texas is still my most hated state in the nation. =/
I used to have a coworker that said, "Molly is the kind of person you're nice to so she remembers that when she shows up to work with a gun." I find this completely amusing, especially since last night it was said about me that when I'm found out as a serial killer, the cop who interrogates me if gonna haves a hoot. Somehow this its exactly the persona I want to project. SUCCESS!
In other news, Schultzie is amazing. He stood his ass in line for me and got me an autograph from J. Michael Tatum. But only that, but a pic of the man himself was sent to me phone. He's a little more doughy than I expected. I still adore him. To lend credence to my afore mentioned persona, I'd probably lock him in my basement.
Who has two thumbs and Otaku Legend Status? This girl! That's really all I've got for now.
THIS is a little mini comic about me and Axel. I like to burn things and she is becoming a firefighter. We are natural enemies. Too bad I like her.
