Call center (the revenge)
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Difference Between Mino And Ultra
Since I got off the taxi, not that I do expectations of any kind, I just imagined the worst. One of the great signs (already close I could see the second) had been the victim of graffiti "gang" and its faded colors could be read two things: that there was in and out people for those positions too often or it was a delusion of "inverted pyramid" or something similar (sorry for being so suspicious, but one with each fraud is ...).
first thing that surprised me is that the front door was ajar. In truth, the thought to cross the threshold was merely repeating: "You know what you are getting is safe and you do not like", but on the other hand, the need insisted: "From this to anything, what you to cover this month? "I rang the bell and a distant voice (which in no way resembled that of consciousness) could barely be distinguished:" Paaaasee. "
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A table, as rural public prosecutor, served as a record; I left my ID to a police woman and gave me the badge of rigor and sat in a sort of waiting room, where boys were waiting puzzled look and endless patience. I was given a complete work history sheet, where you are asked such practical things as: "Do you belong to a union, association or social club" (and where they want to respond: "Yes, very exclusive club Freelance ever: 37 million without labor rights can not be wrong. Unite! "). Each sign
added it to the application, increased my regret: "Apart from not going to hire me, I will call every day until the very hell because I'm giving up the name of the dog that I have not." Total: Maybe I rushed. Once I returned, I asked what since I had mentioned. I raised my shoulders in bewilderment and the young man who received papers, interviewing candidates and separate answer phone calls, had a moment of divine insight and said: "Ahhh ... you are correcting. " I felt relieved as few times in life, for I imagined at a computer and a telephone headset, saying, "Senorita Güena evenings, I speak of Amerikan Xpressssss ...". He left another young
(all came and went in a rugged and handled with tremendous care, almost bordering on insecurity). Said my name aloud and asked me to sit opposite him at a desk that was divided by two screens (I could not check if melamine were powerful, sorry): like one of those cubicles gringas see in movies when you visit a prisoner (just missing the phone and through the glass). She told me her name (I did not understand) and began reading aloud the book I wrote (making me feel more stupid than they look by themselves) gave me a "description of the activities of the company (whose name was not I could understand), and began issuing a litany without rhythm or pauses that I understood very little and I remember nothing. When he finished, he told me to wait again in the parlor. Young people who were waiting disappeared; in place and there were other (and more), which requests were filled hurriedly and almost everyone left the section of "experience" in white.
Again I heard my name. I went back to the table of confrontation. I repeated almost the same as last time (although now I caught a couple of things) and gave me some pointers (and three sheets of recycled paper). I took the foresight to bring my laptop in case the same day I performed some type of examination, but before I could ask if I could do on the computer, the guy was very specific to write by hand. Shawls. Apart from the erratic and disjointed phrases concocted in my hand book (which slow to figure out myself and usually end up in the trash), I long ago that only a flow of ideas via keyboard (not gamble).
supposedly I started writing my parcels: 1) a letter from a fictitious civil association that seeks to convince the court to make a donation to support street children, 2) a news story on the reforms to the electoral code, and 3) have my life in one page. (In one page!: No Pleistocene elephant!)
I started with what I considered "easier" means the letter pedinche (on which I could barely scribble a couple of ideas, who reviews all force retribution arming a together), then I went on the note COFIPE. This came to my aid Tamagotchi (yes, I am dependent on technology, and why) because I found it a couple of notes on the internet, I could make a synthesis (and incidentally to know about the constitutional controversy that the five parties, once called "bonsai" - brought before the full Congress.) Of course, I ordered a scrub over leaves, for the first three barely allowed me to draft. Then I wrote the letter with pure platitudes (what's made the whole campaign levantalana "but everything that people want to hear about something we do not want to get involved?). And in the end I told any bullshit about my life (for example, that I spent 4 months in high school or pint I was about to "aconchabarme" in Colombia).
I indicated to return to the waiting room, ie to give two steps back.
Until then I retracted what he had written, probably think: "This dude is misfit dysfunctional and a salamander in the desert. Tell us call you. "
Soon a man out exactly like Jean-Paul Sartre (only this very lively and smiling). This if it was up to the water tank water, or put more clearly: he walked the melon, then the first thing he did was criticize the prison enclosure and sat on the other hand, started asking for details on using editing software, among other specifics. I returned to the parlor
blah, blah, blah ... and soon too polite to leave a girl (with very long nails and painted in a traditional way, which made me think, "what time do you sleep?") gave me a leaflet with the documents to be submitted for the contract and asked "Could you come from tomorrow?"
I almost say yes, but argued that it had still deliver some outstanding in the editorial (the dirt biology book that someday there will chronicle: "The Rise and Fall of a book does not exist"), but mostly because that day was the Dylan concert, which announced later peda, sleeplessness and other necessities.
way out, once again confirmed what I have always done: all hope is torn apart by the weight of events. Although I try to get as Chesterton suggested ("... no wait, even / at dusk black beast "), soon infiltrated the prejudices and most of the time (unless it is essential to be entitled to obtain employment) I sabotage myself.
Since then I wake up at 5:30 am (Come on: the first discipline to a dickhead night), yet only came skidding at 9.
I left the staff (although there are days when the foot hurts like I just spraining again) and I went back to retrieve one of the greatest pleasures of this life long and hard to read while traveling on public transport. My new chamba
therapy helps me: check or draft texts of signs, letters or advertising campaigns, my proposals were adopted almost the first (few times no changes) and otherwise occur. See something concrete I will restore confidence, because the publisher (after battling for nearly a year of science books and make corrections endless ending, for some strange reason, such which as originally proposed) I got to the point of not seeing the obvious in a text blunders (mostly meaningless).
I could not find a better option: those who are now my co-workers of blown me into and are well alleviated, no one questioned me for what I do and are comfortable with the results and, most amazing of all: no outstanding leave for another day: everything is resolved, whether at 9 pm, right there.
What else I can ask of life? (NO suggestions: I enjoy it I always thought was a myth and that some call "stability.")
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