I quit my job yesterday. Driving 55 minutes to and from work to sit around and do nothing for 8 hours when I’m actually getting paid for only about 6.5 hours with the gas prices and the truck that I drive. I was going to wait it out and transfer when I get back from my friends wedding, but they wouldn’t even let me transfer on a Tuesday, so I had to wait it out until the 28th of May because “they really need me.”

Hi, I read everything on ESPN.com and GOT BORED BECAUSE THERE WASN’T ANYTHING ELSE TO READ on both MONDAY and TUESDAY! Pretty sure you don’t need me anymore. I mean, if I was getting paid more than NINE DOLLARS AN HOUR maybe I’d stick it out until the 28th. Plus I just really couldn’t stand some of my co-workers. Especially the pregnant lady. The one who I tried to help one day with a process she hadn’t done in a few years or so, and when I started to talk she kept interrupting me.

“Hey Aldine, if they call into (work number) you should just go ahead and help them, they’re just going to get transferred back to us eventually anyway.”
“I know what I’m doing.”
“Well Jay said to just go ahead…”
“JAY WAS DUMB!”
“Well, I mean I’ve been doing Next Day stuff since I was work…”
“I’VE BEEN HERE FOR FIVE YEARS!”
“Ok, I’m trying to help you out, you don’t have to interrupt me…”
“I’LL INTERRUPT YOU ALL I WANT!”
“You know what ALDINE? DON’T TALK TO ME. EVER. AGAIN.”
“I’VE GOT THE LAST WORD!”

I don’t think she knows it, but working at Convergys for five years and trying to pull rank on someone is like being in the 7th grade for five years in a row and telling your classmate you’re smarter than them. Probably not the best thing to say in that situation. This is quite possibly the only time in my entire lifetime that I have ever wanted to slap a women in the face. Plus, it’s not like me not talking to her wasn’t going to keep her from talking to anyone else.

“Hey Jaime (her husband) you just wake up? No? (She was born in Utah but apparently is now Hispanic because she is married to one. Also, it’s 11am.) Ohhhhhh ok. How’s my pollo? (her daughter) Ya? You gonna give her a bath? No? Ok. I’ll call you later I got a call.”

30 minutes later. He’s asking her how to make pancakes now.

“Hi Jaime. You want to make pancakes? Ok get the measuring cup… you know the (spanish word for measuring cup). No, it’s in the drawer. Below the counter. You get it? Ya? Ok so, take one cup leche (milk for you gringos) then add one huevo. NO NO NO! One Huevo. Ok?” This goes on for ten more minutes. Usually by the end I’m about to yell at her, “TAKE YOUR DAMN CELL PHONE OUTSIDE OR SOMEWHERE ELSE AWAY FROM YOUR DESK!”

I used to have a friendship with this lady until she just started to pissed me off royally when I was trying to help. I am quite possibly one of the easiest people to get along with at work until you do something to piss me off. So, adding this on top of the 55 minute drive to work, I had to quit. So what am I going to do now? I’m officially a blurbodoocery employee.

How was the first day of work you ask? Well, Jon and I went to Circuit City and bought Burnout Revenge for XBOX 360 and played that a lot. Oh, I also emptied the dishwasher and made dinner.

Pretty tough day at the office I’d say.