on the way of my work
I think I have Tuberculosis. My cough hasn't stopped until now and it really gets in the way of my work. I have to mute my headset everytime I need to 'cough' 'cough' when I'm in the middle of a conversation with my clients. I'm not really sure, but though Nix had declared on the first day of training that his TB is not contagious since he is complying with his strict medications, I still feel that I do have TB and I got it from him.
By the way, I don't really consider my work fulfilling. I'm actually wondering how we have so many Filipinos working for call centers when all we get everyday are nasty and rude clients. I'm starting to believe that many of us are really used to being shouted and yelled at everytime. As for me, it really feels degrading. Though I know for a fact that they have no idea that I am a Filipino, I still feel it like a big slap on my Pinoy face to be cursed over the phone by my American customers just the same. (In all fairness to them, some were also really nice, but I am here to rant, ok)
My first ever call have been an answering machine and the second was an irate customer who called me different names before she hang up on me. What a good way to start huh. That's when I knew that this job is not something I would really like to do for the rest of my life. I don't even think I could last a month, 'but then again' (Nix's favorite line) I still hope that the pay day would change my thoughts.
I didn't go to work tonight. I texted Maggie to tell our immediate boss, J.Lo (that's how he wants to be called, I don't know why). I tried to take the quiz on my Design class on the earlier section which would end at 7:30 but I left my book at home so I still had to wait for the first class to finish and find someone to lend me one.
Now, I'm waiting for Mench here at 630, at the back of the SM Manila but she's still nowhere. I have a feeling she's avoiding me, I called her yesterday but the girl I spoke with said she wasn't at work and I'm pretty sure that girl was already her.
P.S. Joanne (pronounced as Jone, God knows why) is in speaking terms with me again. She must've forgotten about the boo-boo.