Monday, September 26, 2005

I now officially and totally suck at my job. I'm not lying. It's on paper, and everything. I even signed it.

I've been given one of those performance improvement, get-better-at-your-job-or-else plans. I have two weeks to show improvement, and two more to complete the improvement process. The consequences, otherwise, have yet to be discussed.

I'm not really upset about it, because it's something I expected. My reaction is a little bit more on the "WTF?" side. They offered some suggestions to help me improve on one of my main problem areas, like setting up an alert on my outlook express to remind me to walk the room and monitor people, and a timer to tell me when to move on to the next person when monitoring. I don't know about you, but I'd rather not have toys telling me what to do and when to do it. I get enough of that from my alarm clock, thank you very much! I'm a bit offended that they thought I didn't know my job, though -- I knew it; I just choose not to do it. I feel like walking the room isn't all that necessary because I always sit on the side where everyone else is so I can hear them if there's anything wrong, and I know that when people have questions, they'll ask me. I don't need to wander around aimlessly to do my job (but I guess it's good exercise?).

Another problem: my language. Hehe. I'd have to start cussing in Tagalog to cover this one up. Potah!

I'm also now required to take notes. Watch out people: big brother's coming! I'm going to have to start getting really anal about things. "Hey Don, your white shirt is showing through your sleeves! Five points from Gryffindor!"

One thing that bothers me though is that they've never really seen me on my good days, which is when I'm working at the contact center alone. That's usually the time when I actually do work because there's actually work to do. I'm efficient: I get the orders done before the next lead comes in, I do message pending, answer people's questions, etc. A lot of their comments seem to be based on days when it's actually not busy and there are two leads and two managers in the room. How am I supposed to do work when there is nothing to be done?

Anyway, in conclusion, I won't be socializing with anyone for a while and don't question me if you see me do laps around the office. But if you walk with me, then maybe we can talk. There's always a way to beat the system.

Thursday, September 15, 2005

Copied from Loren's blog.

You Are Likely A Forth Born

At your darkest moments, you feel angry.
At work and school, you do best when your analyzing.
When you love someone, you tend to be very giving.

In friendship, you don't take the initiative in reaching out.
Your ideal jobs are: factory jobs, comedy, and dentistry.
You will leave your mark on the world with your own personal philosophy.
The Birth Order Predictor

Ideal job: dentistry? Uh, well... As long as I get to have one of those portable nitrous oxide sprays, like that sadistic dentist had in Little Shop of Horrors. Everybody say, "Ahhhh!"

Anyway, I don't really know what it means being a "Forth" born.

Sunday, September 11, 2005

Saw Little Women: The Musical tonight. So sue me, I liked it. Much more than Little Shop of Horrors, in fact, which is considered to be a cooler show, by far. Yes, it's traditional. Yes, it's kinda cheesy. But it's a total girly-girl show, and is sentimental and cute and just so wholesome and happy. Even in the sad parts, before and after Beth dies. And the girl who played Jo was good. As well as Maureen McGovern as marmee. I want her to be my marmee! (I actually think I saw her backstage this afternoon, as I was getting snacks at the performer's lounge. She looked completely different from the pictures and on stage. She looked...ragged. And normal. But nice.)

I just wish I wasn't with Don or Sandy. It was hard fighting back the tears. The lump on my throat started hurting after a while.

Hehe. Yeah, I'm a dork. Shuttup.

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Just got back from the best four-day weekend vacation ever. Chicago? Totally rocks! I wouldn't mind living there at all, especially in the Magnificent Mile area. It's such a beautiful place. I never thought I'd be interested in architecture, but the buildings in Chicago definitely caught my eye.

And, I finally saw Wicked! Yay! I'm too tired right now to be creative in expressing how much I loved the show, but testament to it is the fact that, four days later, I'm still thinking about it (and also, my "Defy Gravity" shirt and an overpriced copy of the book that contains pictures from the musical). And I'm already looking forward to next year, when I get to watch it again when it comes to the Center. Woo-hoo, can't wait!

Two things I didn't love: Chicago pizza. Too much tomato sauce. And Chicago dogs. Contains a bunch of stuff that really don't belong in a hotdog bun.

Um, I really don't know what to say about this:

You are Buster. You enjoy scholarly pursuits,
think Mom's awesome and love off the hook
parties with unlimited juice.

Arrested Development: Which Bluth Are You?
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Except, maybe... I'm a MONSTER!!! (holds up hooked hand)