Life just works so beautifully. Just before you give yourself an emotional audit on the job you have when, say, the past 3 days that you were on it were just draining, circumstance turns into such a sweet lady by giving you abrupt and successive good events to supplicate the low morale you had. This results to you being happier than ever - as I am now.
See, before this, the calls I've been taking weren't exactly walks in the park, more like Fear Factor maggot-fests.
That, and I learned I dropped down in the overall agent stack ranking.
And my parents were away.
And my phone was fucked.
And the only way I can communicate with my lady was through the land line, at 1 in the morning, for around 10 minutes.
These facts led to a physical and mental downward spiral. I began losing my appetite, and I felt like I'd rather sleep than work.
On the end of the first 4 hour half of my shift, everything started to change.
Month to date reports come in, and I'm back to my original position in the stack ranking.
I'm in the second and last half of my shift. I talked to five customers, and they were either really nice, or black. Really tolerant and cool both ways. Nice calls, especially the last one.
Five minutes before I'm free for 2 days, they tell me to take a call. This is bullshit, I think. But hey, seems like God fixed my unexpected sixth and last customer's issue before she called. I end the call on the dot.
I relish on a temporary feeling of exhiliration from absolute freedom before I place my station phone on loudspeaker, turn up the volume to the highest fucking level, and press nonchalantly on the Log Out button. That beeping sound that it makes never sounded sweeter.
Another week down in Client Logic. I end the week with a cigarette. Reds, this time.
The crappy feeling of lightheadedness from riding a PMA jeep is lifted when I hitch a ride with a good friend who happened to be on his way home.
Now, I'm home, I'm blogging, I'm listening to Malo - Suavecito, and I got a side of beef up in the kitchen happily marinating before I pan fry it and shove it down my hungry gut.
Later on, I'm taking a really long bath and going out to town, meeting whoever, with possible plans of buying the last book of Calvin and Hobbes, recompleting my collection.
What, me worry?
Pardon me, it's just that I haven't felt this happy for a long time. What's adding to the smile on my face is the fact that this is simple stuff that's making me happy. Really, the crap I used to take for granted is now being duly recognized by Joseph Brent Lardizabal's patent-pending euphorimeter.
Well, We'll see in a moment if things will get a bit better. Time to fry my lunch, and I'll also find out if my mashed potatoes are success. Y'all take care now.