So I Heard

I was able to talk to my supervisor a few days ago. She said that she has been thinking about retracting her resignation. I wasn't able to react because in truth, I know it will be good if she resigns. One, I wouldn't have to deal with a self-righteous person who has delusions of living by her so called "principles". Two, I would not have to worry about having the wrong schedule in our payroll system and getting a very small pay. Three, I would not be a shock absorber anymore of my colleagues' woes about how she tells them to do loads of things.

What pisses me off is that she still talks about how her "principles" are compromised because of what other people in the company do. You may be wondering what those principles are; let me give you an example. She always issues a memo to a trainee or an agent whom she caught surfing the net. But guess what, I've seen her check her Friendster profile too. She keeps on saying that she and her BF do not show PDA at work. But then again, when another trainer was discussing in front of the class, she lets the BF in and be seated next to her at the back of the class. (And hun, the BF is not part of the class.)

I don't care about her surfing the net or doing PDA. I just don't like it when she pretends to be pristine and faultless. I haven't really liked hypocrites.

I am a bitch. I'm not proud of it but at least, I accept that I am one and I do not pretend to be a goody-goody.

I Passed!

As expected, I passed the exam. What I didn't expect was my score. It was higher than what I've expected. I admit, I really suck in studying. And I, of course, surfed the Internet while pretending to review for the exam.

And now, I'm reviewing for another exam or at least pretending to be. ;)

Butterflies in My Stomach

I will be taking a licensure exam tomorrow. And no, I will not tell you what kind of exam it is. I'm anxious and nervous. I want to throw up.

Gossip

The girls in the training department tried to see how fast news can travel. We just talked about leaving the company in our area, in the elevator box, and at the smoking area. And guess what? On the next day, we were asked by a couple of agents if we are indeed leaving the company. Walls really have ears.

Worthy?

Little J, a co-trainer, just sent me a text this morning saying that she might be assigned as a dedicated trainer for one big line of business. And because of that she will no longer be an employee of the call center, but an employee of the client. Of course, her pay will increase because she will now be working for a big US company. Let's call the company Broker's Inc.

Oh well, she always gets the good stuff. When she transfers, I should be supervisor then. There's no guarrantee that the movement will happen anyway.

Start here!

Call me Anya. I work as a trainer in a call center for a brokerage firm. You thought work is just where you do things for you to get paid. Well, you're kinda right about that. I am in it for money. But to get your mullah, you have to go through so much drama.

Beginning today, you will read a lot of whinings, gossips and schemes at work. And most of the time, you're going to hate me.

Fried Chicken and Coffee

I thought I was going to be late today. I ran as fast as I could from the entrance of our building to our office. And thankfully, I was 6 minutes early. I can NEVER be late for work. Being always early makes your image at work shiny. It's a way to suck up to your boss without having to force yourself to smile at him.

Anyway, K, another trainer, and I decided to grab coffee from Starbucks before starting our day. I had to try their new Frapuccino variant, Dark Mocha and guess what, I received a complimentary drink again. (This is my third time to receive such thing and K hasn't received any ever.) I guess I'm really lucky huh!

On our way back to our office, I saw this guy with a mustache. I remembered that he's the guy who just exercises for 20 minutes and then spends his time using the computers in Fitness First to surf the Internet. Such a poser!

When we're back in front of our computers, we drank our coffee with the fried chicken that I cooked at home. Of course, I shared the chicken to 2 other guys from our department. I know the combination is weird. But hey, the chicken was good. And yes, I brought food because as they say, "A way to a man's heart is through his stomache." This is also true for women.

When I opened my email, the ad for the training supervisor post was already released. Now you know what the chicken is for. ;)