The Flipside

So... I'm done with the hysterical sobbing, long hot bath and hair washing... I can say I feel at least remotely human again.

The job sucks. The training sucks more.

I landed in a training team session, which will last for 3 bloody weeks, where I won't be taught ANYTHING even close to the things I'll need at work. (Since my group doesn't do what others are doing.)

Actually, I was told I'd be doing IT help desk stuff. That's a load of bull. Then I got told I'll be answering e-mails. That's also bull, and a big one. The real job will be getting e-mails full of data which I'll have to copy into slots, with a program that does stuff like that, and send them away.

It's like the Cinderella job. They throw everything at us and we select these things into separate groups and send them on their way.

But that's not all. We will have to do follow-up, poke the tech guys to do their jobs, arrange things, bug technicians again, do some more follow up like asking if the tech guys did show up and worked their magic or not... if not, rinse and repeat. Oh, and get yelled at.

The breaks are as follows: 4x10 minutes and 1x45 mins for 8 hours. While I have to look at the computer. Rules say I should be allowed 10 mins after every hour, but oh hey, who cares. We are slaves of a multinational bull. Yeehaaa!

Have I mentioned it's an American company? Have I mentioned... Texas? If not, pardon me dahling, I must have had a raw, bloody cow in me mouth... *whimper*

Oh, and I met my future coworkers today. One of them looks like a drunkard, who chain smokes, forced us trainees to smoke with her (Hello, I have asthma!) and she told us she comes in 2 hours earlier and leaves as the last. Huzzah. (Incidentally, you won't get paid if you work overtime.)
The other guy we met and talked with had chewed on looking pullover, baggy clothes... I mean he was... thin, had an insane glint in his eyes, talked way too much with lotsa gestures and had a strange fascination with his fallen-out hairs... he also tore them into little bits. Nice hobby, innit?

Oh, and a few words about the guys (2) who are with me in the training.
One of them is a philosopher. He looks like my ex. Tall, blond, ruggedly handsome, baby-blues... he's a tad bit thinner... Also, he dresses nicely. He's very intelligent too, kind of a loner.
I thought he was really hot. Then he giggled. He came up with some insane idea as dressing up like a mummy on "casual Fridays" and started giggling. I shit you not. He friggin giggled... loudly and long. He did it a few times... he turned us way off.

Other guy... He walked in on the first day, and I fell in love with him. He looked like the hottest guy ever. Long dark hair, hooked nose, deep blue eyes, tall, body like a god (not Buddha), pale white skin... He also has a band and is the singer...
And then he talked and he sounded like one of my worst personal nightmares. He is a natural therapist (or whatshisname), has worked with "magick", actually does not know what wiccans are but he is one, hugs trees for a hobby, is a slobbery romantic idiot and lives with his mother. Also a blazing idiot. He only eats health food - or so he says -,but had absolutely no trouble eating junk food with us on the first day. Add hypocrite to the growing list.

Oh, and they also got me, a certifiable insane madwoman who dabbles in the occult, act like a maniac and has issues. Also do not forget the hysterics and the antisocial problems of mine. Sounds like a team. Not.

Oh Gods, whoever is listening, please save me, and I shall worship you. (I'm not killing people tho', just to be clear about it.)