At first we thought the situation to be convenient, as it allowed us more time to focus on the things needed to be done for the holidays, but after three weeks of such inconsistency, our team is beginning to get worried -- the days we've rendered undertime and the days when we were asked not to report for work did affect our salaries.
Ah well. This is how it is working in a call center, after all, and we should have expected it. I had my cards read again by a friend, and he said this trend might continue for a little while more, but we'll muddle through as always. Which is fine with me.
So because of the situation, I have been reverting to the "old ways," so to speak. Staying in front of the computer, playing Neverwinter Nights, Granado Espada, sometimes at the same time, nibbling on whatever sweet thing I can get my fingers on. All very unhealthy endeavors, but who's complaining.
Still seeing last week's High School Date, although things have been "out of sight, out of mind" on his part lately. I'm chucking it all off to another semester starting, but sometimes it drives me insane not to hear from him for a whole day. I had a long talk with a friend about this and he said I might have been subconsciously willing everything to go faster than they are going now -- which is something I should have learned not to do already, given my track record on failed relationships.
A friend pointed it out some years ago, "You are impatient, P." And he might be right; I guess I am. It's something I have to master, especially now when patience counts for a lot. Sigh, we'll see how it goes then.
Right now I really do need to get some serious writing done. It's that time of the year again when I have to help my mother write her speech for her school's graduating batch. That time of the year again when another horde of young, hopeful hearts are sent out into the world to be unknowingly eaten alive by the cruel machinations of Real Life.
"I imagined the lies the valedictorian was telling them right now. About the exciting future that lies ahead. I wish she'd tell them the truth: Half of you have gone as far in life as you're ever going to. Look around. It's all downhill from here. The rest of us will go a bit further, a steady job, a trip to Hawaii, or a move to Phoenix, Arizona, but out of fifteen hundred how many will do anything truly worthwhile, write a play, paint a painting that will hang in a gallery, find a cure for herpes? Two of us, maybe three? And how many will find true love? About the same. And enlightenment? Maybe one. The rest of us will make compromises, find excuses, someone or something to blame, and hold that over our hearts like a pendant on a chain."
Astrid Magnussen, White Oleander
Here's to hoping these younguns know better.
