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At least I thought we had a sort of semi-solution.
The office harlot came to my desk and asked me to try out the brand new, extraordinarily exciting, just makes me want to wet my pants pilot for the DB_interface.
Supposedly three of the major issues have been fixed, not including the eight thousand pound ton elephant in the room, namely the standardization issue.
Man, I was actually looking forward to something resembling logic.
I’ve got to stop thinking like that!
Note to self: When confused, just repeat under your breath, “No logic, no problem,” until that mantra infuses itself with your soul, or whatever.

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Merick and Mr. Frodo came back here, and asked if I would be willing to handle the inappropriate transfers for the other project as well.
It’s a project that handles calls for a cable company, and apparently they have a huge problem with people submitting emergency orders when they don’t need to be submitted.
Of course, I said I would.
They also used to have anywhere from twenty to thirty-five inappropriate transfers for the current project I’m working on, and now they have twelve.
Go me.
At least things are starting to look up on that front.

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An agent just called me to ask if she could transfer a member to the pharmacists because she didn’t know how to explain why a generic birth control had been dispensed instead of the brand, and the prescription was written tG, which means “trade written/generic dispensed.”
Trade is a nice word for brand.
In other words, the doctor allowed for the generic to be dispensed, but because this idiot didn’t want to do her job, or didn’t know how, she wanted to pass it off to the pharmacists.
How about you actually use your sources and read a tiny bit before you make a stupid assumption like that?
Or, how about you make sure your IQ is above room temperature before you come to work and start talking to people so you can explain things properly.
This isn’t rocket science, and if you made it through training, you shouldn’t be having problems like this.
Between the fellons and the retards, this company’s gone past the dogs.
The dogs won’t even touch it.
They just turn their noses up at it and go, “no thanks.”
I don’t think you even have to breathe to get a job here.
All you have to do is blink.
We should just staff this place with golden retrievers.
They’ve got more brains, and they’d probably actually get the job done.
Oh, and they’re cleaner and cuter.

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The DA’s office is refusing to return my phone calls.
I called last Friday, after our conversation Thursday, then again on Monday, gave them Tuesday and Wednesday with no phone calls, and called again today.
I got voice mail every time.
They have until the end of business today.
If I don’t hear anything by then, then the media’s getting dragged into this.
I’m tired of all of this.
Someone’s going to be made an example of.
All of this is very stressful, and I shouldn’t have to allow my life to be complicated because some fucktard can’t do their job, or rather, doesn’t want to.

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This post isn’t going to provide very many updates on the current Arab-instigated war on Israel.
There are plenty of places to find those.
This post is just for my own personal reflections.
Today begins the period in the Jewish calendar known as the Three Weeks, or Bein Ha-Metzorim, (”Between the Straits”).
It’s a mournful period, beginning with the fast of the Seventeenth of Tammuz, and ending with the fast of the Ninth of Av.
During this period, Jewish tradition records a number of tragic occurences, including the breaking of the original tablets on which the Torah was written, the incident of the Golden Calf, the condemnation to wander in the desert for forty years, the destruction of Jerusalem and both Temples, numerous pograms.
The current flare-up of violence against Israel just adds to it.
I think most Jews are doubly mournful at this point, unless they’re just some sort of self-loathing idiot who thinks this is deserved.
And the international community just keeps piling on.
When will these people get it?
Probably never.
To hell with them anyway.

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I’m sitting here watching Star Trek The Next Generation.
They’ve started rerunning the series from the beginning.
I forgot how much of a jerk Captain Picard was in the early episodes.
He’s a lot like Mr. Frodo, except the captain changes, becomes friendlier, and even somewhat epmathetic in the later episodes.
This is the one where the ship starts acting weird, systems failing, with those two weird alien delegations that kill their own food and have a live animal supply stored on the ship.
It’s back on now, so better go see what happens.
This is one I haven’t seen.

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I have misgivings about calling maintenance to come out here to fix the air conditioner.
Maybe it’s just me, but I seem to have a little more mistrust for just about everyone as of late, or at least since the robbery.
I’m not taking the time off to deal with this, which means that maintenance will be coming in here without me here.
I’ll have to remind them to make sure they lock up when they leave, because the last time they were in here they didn’t.

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This is not cool at all.
It looks like I’m going to have to call maintenance to have them call the contracted company that deals with the heating and air so they can come out and fix a leak.
Damn it!
This air conditioner/heater has to be fixed at least once every three months, or at least once every season.
Completely uncalled-for.

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Today hasn’t been bad, although I’ll be glad to leave all the same.
I have a really bad headache.
I’ve actually gotten a few calls today, most of which ended up being non-transfers for stupid reasons.
One person called to ask if they could transfer the member to the pharmacists because the member wanted a credit on their account.
Um, no, that’s why there’s a billing department.
Pharmacists handle consultations, hence their being called consultation pharmacists.
The next one had a member on the phone who got their meds from another mail order provider, but wanted to speak to the client’s pharmacists because she used to have mail order service with the client, and felt comfortable speaking to the client’s pharmacists.
What a load of crap.
That’s one of the most ridiculous things I’ve heard in a while, and I couldn’t believe an agent, who’s worked on this project for a while, didn’t know enough to say no.
That one didn’t get transferred either.
The last one was a call for a member who had a question about storing their meds, and I let that one through, since it seemed like a consultation question.
I’ll go ahead and save my documentation, so it’ll be there for my superiors to look at.
I can tell this is going to be fun.
I get to make fun of the retards again.
Ain’t life grand.

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This post is going to sound really anal to any of my readers who don’t work in customer service, but I have to post it.
There’s a girl sitting next to me who seems to be laboring under the mistaken assumption that she should treat the calls as if they’re friendly conversations had with coworkers in the break room.
That really irks me.
I was pissed at her yesterday because she idiotically told some caller from Swansborrough exactly where we are, giving everything but the street address.
She’s used inside jargon with customers, which we’re not supposed to do, advised customers she’d release the call if they consinued to cuss her out, and other idioticies that just aren’t allowed.
Funny thing is, I can pretty much guarantee the quality team made it very clear what is and isn’t allowed during calls.
everyone’s here to do a job, and they might as well do it right, or not do it at all.
There’s no reason to just be an idiot, unless you can’t help it.
Then again, this place has a history of hiring people who act like they have IQs below room temperature.

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I don’t know if that’s an actual term yet, but it sounds cool, so I’m coining it.
I’ve added Spam Karma to the spam arsenal, and it seems to be working rather well.
The other day, I got hit with over two hundred spam comments in the moderation cue, and decided that something needed to be done about it, fast.
I can’t spend all my time moderating comments, only to send them to the spam pile.
Here’s hoping we can keep a handle on this.
I don’t expect it to work forever, but it’ll give me a break for now.

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I talked to the district attorney’s office this afternoon, after finding out that Michelle was released from jail.
The person I spoke to said that Michelle was sentenced to eight to ten months in prison, which was commuted to probation after the first time she robbed me.
Then, when she violated that probation, the probation was made harsher.
She wasn’t sure why they didn’t just throw her in jail at that point.
As of yet, her probation officer hasn’t charged her with violation of her probation even though she’s committed the crimes against me as well as others.
The person I talked to said that the reason she’s out of jail is because either the judge lowered the bond, she posted the bond, or someone bailed her out.
She won’t know until she goes to the clerk’s office to get the file on the latest charges.
She’ll either leave a voice mail on my phone, or I’ll call her back tomorrow.
She said that all the charges she’s been charged with are felonies, with the exception of the credit card fraud charges, which are misdemeanors, and that with her criminal record, she won’t get off with a light sentence.
The same goes with the other two.
She also said that, before sentencing in all three cases, the district attorney will talk to me to get my oppinion on what I think should be done.
The woman said that she was going to call Michelle’s probation officer this afternoon at 16:00 to push the issue of her being violated so they could possible put her in jail for that, and I should find out about the results of that either later when I check the mail or tomorrow.
I also have to go talk to Dione to make sure she doesn’t get rehired out here.
There’s supposed to be a rule about rehiring people who got fired no less than a year after they were fired, but given the company’s recent record, I’m not so sure they’ll follow that one either.
They could just rehire her, and then when I object, say it was due to the needs of the business.
So I’m probably going to have to go the police station and take out a restraining order against Michelle to keep her out of the building.
I don’t have much faith in that, because I’m sure the company will find some way around that too, if they decide to hire her back.
At least I’ve got a contact now at the DA’s office.
The person I talked to this afternoon gave me her direct number, and said I could call if I had any questions.
I hate all of this!

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I found out a little while ago that Michelle isn’t in jail.
She’s living in a state-run, tax-payer-funded halfway house, where she gets to keep her freedom, work, and keep all the money she earns.
All she has to do is report to them at a particular hour.
She called here asking for a job.
So that means she gets to travel across county lines as well.
It must be nice to be a criminal.
You get to rob, burglerize, mastermind an assault, practice identity theft, and all you have to do is live in a halfway house.
What the hell is wrong with this country?
No, more importantly, what the hell is wrong with our legal system?
If you’re a law-abiding citizen, you get fucked.
Over and over again.
Oh, I forgot, she’s a drug addict, so it’s our duty to help her.
I’d like to shoot her in the head myself.
I’d like to take her out to the middle of nowhere and slit her wrists and let her just bleed to death.
Why the fuck is it she seems to be able to commit crimes with impunity?
This is the second crime she’s committed against me, and it’s the second time she’s gotten some sort of fucking deal.
I don’t ever want to hear how badly criminals are treated again.
Ever.
I’d like to say work won’t hire her sorry ass back, but I’m not sure of that at all.
It must be really nice to know you can commit crimes and people will just feel sorry for you because you’re a lazy, good-for-nothing thug drug-crazed ghetto-whore who likes to take advantage of blind people.
I get to deal with the psychological aftermath of this bullshit, after dealing with the financial hardships, and she gets to walk around, getting a free ride, like nothing ever happened.
I’ll bet she’s found Jesus again too.
Yeah, I’ll bet she can thump the good book with the best of them.
Well, if he wants her, he can haver, and fuck him for it.
I hope she dies a very horrible death.
I hope the next time she tries to fuck with someone else, they shoot her.
Stupid piece of trash.
They don’t make an epithet strong enough for her.
She’s not worth the shit that comes out of her.
I’m so pissed I could cry.
This isn’t fair.
I spend my entire life trying to make something of myself, doing what I’m supposed to do, and I get fucked.
People like Michelle spend their lives having bastard children, robbing people, doing drugs, stealing, and generally just being trained apes, and they get fucking free passes, time after time after time, and then have the nerve to bitch about how oppressed they are, how the man’s keeping them down, how it’s so hard being them.
Right now, the man’s paying for her upkeep, at my expense.
I’m helping to pay for the upkeep of the piece of shit that robbed me, and then gave other people my private information so they could rob and assault me along with her, spend my money, and then used my bank card to take a nice little joy ride with.
We don’t have a justice system.
We have a criminal enablement system.
We have bottom feeder lawyers helping bottom feeder criminals with the aid of bottom feeder district attorneys.
I, on the other hand, can count on not receiving any compensation, and knowing that every two weeks when I get paid, part of my paycheck goes to keeping that whore and the rest of the dreggs of society on the dole.
This isn’t the land of the ffree anymore, it’s the land of the free ride.
We don’t make anyone take responsibility for their actions anymore, we just find an excuse, pin it on that, and then we do all we can to try to help.
She probably just had a bad childhood, and that’s why she’s a drug addict.
It’s not her fault.
What a God damn piece of bird shit.
I’d like to find out which sleezy piece if shit lawyer negotiated with which sleezy district attorney to get her ass off.
And I’d like to choke them both.
I don’t think I’m going to be able to think straight for the rest of the day, I’m that pissed off.

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It’s thundering outside, and according to the weather report, we’re supposed to get rain.
I like it when it rains at night, because I happen to hold the view (which is probably very irrational) that would-be prowlers and other idiots, including drunks, go inside when it rains, which means normal people are OK.
It’s really bad when I’ve come to the point in my life where the first thing I think when I hear wrustling outside my window is “start shooting.”
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I was woken up by the sound of wrustling outside my bedroom window.
I heard the gate creek, which shouldn’t have happened because the gate was supposed to be shut.
So of course, I did the best thing I could think of, which was to call the police.
The officer said it was a good thing I called because the specimens of brilliance hired by the apartment complex to paint the place left everyone’s gate wide-open.
Brilliant guys, brilliant.
Anyway, it wasn’t people, but lots of plastic and cardboard boxes wrustling around out there.
It just sounded way too much like someone moving around in the bushes, which even the cop agreed with.
He said a box came at him and he almost shot it.
He also said he’d be around tonight and tomorrow night since he expects the painters will be back after the holiday, and everyone’s gates will undoubtedly be left open.
When I got home from work yesterday, I noticed the painters were out there, and heard several of them speaking Spanish to each other.
Maybe I shouldn’t have, but the first thing I thought was “illegals.”
I feel slightly bad for thinking that, but only slightly.
I should write a thank-you letter to the apartment complex for looking out for our security.
Yes, the gate and/or fence could be kicked down, but that’s not the point.
Right now, anyone can just walk right in.

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Tomorrow is family fun day at work.
They might as well call it “Family Fund Day,” because they’re charging for at least some of the activities, from what I’ve been told.
They’re doing things like having a dunking booth, playing basketball and football, and cooking out.
Mr. Frodo is supposed to be in the booth from 13:00 to 14:00, and I’m so tempted to pee in an empty water bottle tomorrow morning just after I get up, and take it to work so I can pour it in there before he takes his perch.
Today I attempted to go through the training for The Source, which is one of the “resources” we have to use during calls.
It was inaccessible for the most part, because it consisted of a lot of graphics you were supposed to click on, as well as simulations.
Then there was the fun part of explaining to the trainer that Jaws wasn’t working with the training simulator.
Once again, the client took no consideration of accessibility issues, and they can’t say they didn’t know.
I was surprised at how much that realization stung.
It’s like not being allowed to play in all the reindeer games, except it’s not a game, it’s work, and once again I’ve been shut out.
I thought I had gotten used to that by now, but apparently not.
I just don’t get how people can go through their lives being, (as John puts it), aggressively ignorant.
Sometimes I think ignorant is too nice.
They just don’t give a fuck.
I wonder how they would like it if it was them in this situation?
But anyway, on to lighter things, like making Mr. Frodo’s dunking experience a memorable one.
I can’t figure out how I’d pull it off.
I’m too conspicuous.
I’d go out there, and someone would think I’m lost.
“Oh no, don’t mind me, just pouring a little food coloring in.”
Man, if I had some food coloring, I could have so much fun.
We could just tell him someone had a really bad accident after he finished his turn.
I’d like to get a picture of the look on his face after that one.
“One bottle of food coloring, $1; One opportunity to take a shot at dunking, $1; Mr. Frodo finding out someone had an accident in the water, priceless.”
I know all of this sounds really evil, but if you met him, you’d understand.
He makes everyone’s life difficult just because he can, and he thinks blindness is contagious.
At least that’s how he acts.
I also know I’ll never get to do anything like this, but one can dream.
And with that, good night all.

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As I’ve said here before, I really hate it.
And it seems to be getting out of control.
More and more of it is getting through Akismet,, so it looks like I’ll have to add more to the arsenal.
These people should all be lined up and shot.
They’re probably all a bunch of child molesters.
They’re definitely thieves, and I hate thieves with a passion.
Whatever they are, I’m sick and tired of them.