No game to ditch. Hehe.
I just got home from work. Since I was trained to handle member calls, my AHT went way up. Yikes. I was so stupid. I shouldn’t have insisted to be included in the last batch of trainees. Whatever.
Since my scorecard sucks, I wasn’t really in the mood to work. And seemed like everyone else is not in the mood for work too. The CSL was low, and the management thought of a good solution to that. They started giving out a hundred bucks per hour to those people who will render over time. But nobody paid any attention to the incentives. The guy with dreads even said, “You’ll make more money if you sell weeds.” Haha.
Last Saturday. I lost all my will to live. I went to 7-11 to get bottles of Coke to drown and kill myself with caffeine. I saw the latest issue of Candy Mag. I changed my mind. I don’t wanna die. I bought the mag and read it during my shift.
I picked up a really cheesy line from it. “Hi, I bet a hundred dollars you have a nice smile. See! You owe me a hundred dollars!” Let me see if I can use this to someone…
In my opinion, that magazine is getting lamer and lamer every issue. It’s all about crushing, flirt, how to be pretty, et cetera. I just loved buying that magazine because of the cover girls. By the way, Taylor Swift is the cover for this month. Well, she’s pretty like a Barbie.
Lunedi: I wore my green princess dress. Even though it’s the second time I wear it, Anj thinks it’s new. She said I looked like Cinderella on it. Maan said I look like Big Blair. J The management made the incentive a hundred and fifty per hour. It’s pretty big amount of money, but no thanks. I had enough stress for the day. Make it 200 bucks, probably, I’ll do it.
We have a new puppy! I’m really worried about the pup, because I know we can’t handle the responsibility and we’ll end up giving it to a relative again. He’s pure white and so cuddly.
