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. ;)