Work is...

... about twenty percent trying not to fall asleep at the keys, seventy percent trying to find something to do, and ten percent answering calls. I find it funny how that can wear me out some days. For example, today- I was wide awake throughout. Nothing made me tired- not the heater, not the lack of action and calls at four in the morning. I was perkyish and awake.

I practically danced my way to the time clock.

And now, I'm back home, and about ready to crash, but I'm staying awake, clinging to some vague hope that someone might come online... even if they don't.

I do still love my job. ^_^

The only really bad thing to happen of late was that one of my managers walked out. Lucille even says that I'm probably the only one in the entire call center that actually likes their job- at least of the floor agents. I was almost shocked.

Really? Wow...

And then I thought about it. How Steve comes in every morning and complains... loudly... about the state of the carpet or (at least before the new ones arrived) the old POS computers that we had in the desks.

"Old man Kummer would never spend that kind of money on us," said he.

Ah, but we do have new computers. (They're lenovo machines, but they serve our purposes nicely.) It's possible that the same manager that walked out was able to get the computer requistion moving... I hope he finds a better job somewhere else.

(...*sigh* he was kinda cute, too... )