When I come to think of it, work is really not that hard. I just have to answer calls, help people with their software concerns by providing basic troubleshooting. Most of the time, I only need to feign emphaty and process refunds. Averaging about 20-30 calls per shift, which is just less than a quarter of the volume I used to receive before. It is actually the easiest account I have been into for the past, nearly, three years. And the biggest pay so far. I get paid more than twice the minimum. We get free lunch of our choice. Comfortable stations in air-conditioned rooms. We still get free unlimited internet access by discreetly using Mozilla Firefox on our pc because websites outside our tools are banned from Internet Explorer. You can't blame us for doing so, for almost half of our shift is being spent doing practically nothing. Dayshift, finally, after more than two years of living like a vampire. So, you see, work's pretty easy. But something about it still feels dragging.
For the month of March, I had three absences and two vacation leaves. I always wake up every first working day thinking when will I schedule my next absence so I can have a longer weekend. Most people count the days until the next pay day. I count the days until my rest days.
I just signed a bunch of papers earlier regarding my deteriorating scorecard. Final written warning. Included with it was the first written warning meant for me to sign last month, but was only printed this week. They said if I still won't get my act together, I will be subjected for suspension. I could justify my scores. I am not an inborn "pasaway", and I believe they know that. But I don't care. I just don't fucking care.
These shots were taken during my second break, from training-room-slash-sleeping-quarters. I was supposed to take a nap, but could not fall asleep. More photos here.
Outside, where I was taking these shots is just another glass on a skyscraper...
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