It's a busy call centre where you're managing doctors who have drivers and passing them around to patients who call up. My co-worker kept freaking out about addresses, screaming "idiot" after talking to some 80 year old sick woman, and freaking at me with random outbursts like "IS THIS A HOUSE OR AN APARTMENT, WHY DIDN'T YOU WRITE THAT DOWN" in an address that began "Apt 6". Or "DON'T GO ONLINE, IT MAKES THE COMPUTER LOSE CALLS".
Anyway I just laughed it off, and winded her up a bit to amuse myself and also to stand up for myself as I felt she is the kind of person who would have you making tea for her if you gave her an inch. By the end of the shift I'd established that she responds well to insults.
So weird though....anyone had similar co-workers? You almost have to make things surreal to not get dragged down to their level of depression or hatred. I found myself doing things like, when she tensely screams "DID YOU PHONE THAT HOUSE ABOUT THAT CALL".....answering slowly and dimly "WHAT......HOUSE????"
"OH MY GOD YOU DIDN'T DO IT"
"OH THAT HOUSE! YES EILEEN OF COURSE".
It's like being in a soap opera. Apart from joking, part of me wants to just say "you are a vile horrible person and I hate you, you deserve to rot away in this horrible fucking job for eternity" but I guess I have sympathy for her. She is massively obese and unemployable elsewhere really. It honestly feels surreal though, I feel as though I am detached, looking at myself doing the job and laughing.
― Ronan (Ronan), Saturday, 10 February 2007 23:11 (eighteen years ago)
I seriously sometimes look around me, in the paltry few hours I do in this stopgap job, and think there isn't a single person, on the phone, in the office, out on the road working for the company, who is moving a muscle or thinking a thought for anything other than MONEY!
― Ronan (Ronan), Saturday, 10 February 2007 23:14 (eighteen years ago)
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― Ronan (Ronan), Sunday, 11 February 2007 01:34 (eighteen years ago)
― Matt DC (Matt DC), Sunday, 11 February 2007 01:50 (eighteen years ago)
I suppose I favour old-fashioned things like going to your manager and going "excuse me, this person is clearly depressed and is making life difficult for everyone else" but that's just me.
― Matt DC (Matt DC), Sunday, 11 February 2007 01:54 (eighteen years ago)
― Matt DC (Matt DC), Sunday, 11 February 2007 01:56 (eighteen years ago)
― Save The Whales (688), Sunday, 11 February 2007 02:03 (eighteen years ago)
I'd favour the MDC approach myself, actually, but sadly it's often difficult to go over the head of such a crap supervisor without looking like even more of an unhappy camper than the person you are having issues with. Is this the case?
― suzy (suzy), Sunday, 11 February 2007 02:09 (eighteen years ago)
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― Save The Whales (688), Sunday, 11 February 2007 07:53 (eighteen years ago)
― StanM (StanM), Sunday, 11 February 2007 08:08 (eighteen years ago)
― Latham Green (mike), Sunday, 11 February 2007 12:12 (eighteen years ago)
Matt totally and utterly OTM throughout. You're making yourself sound like an arsehole. Why criticise others for working for money? You don't exactly sound like you're there for the love of the job yourself. Also, there are fucking TONS of us who work for money. OK, some of us wind up in jobs we like. That's nice, but don't think for a second I'd still be doing it if I didn't need the money.
Why *don't* you speak to your manager about it if it's bothering you so much. You've just said "I don't want to", but not why not. Is it because you don't think it's actually that much of a problem? Or is she a problem too?
― ailsa (ailsa), Sunday, 11 February 2007 12:51 (eighteen years ago)
its arguable that in many cases this focus on money as ultimate goal, money is actually standing in as a subconscious representative of self-worth
― Save The Whales (688), Sunday, 11 February 2007 12:54 (eighteen years ago)
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― PJ Miller, Friday, 23 February 2007 09:43 (eighteen years ago)
should clarify...she doesn't have a long term illness
― onimo, Friday, 23 February 2007 11:09 (eighteen years ago)
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― Mark C, Friday, 23 February 2007 17:26 (eighteen years ago)
I don't work with him, but he works at the same company I do. But he just told me, "Hey friend, has anyone ever done this to you?" as he grabs a knife to his neck and pushes his head back. "Uh, no, that's..." and he interrupts: "Because that's happened to me. And I tell you, it's a difficult thing...." And I try to get out of it by saying, "I'm so sorry that happened you". But he continued on with a really long war story.
― F♯ A♯ (∞), Wednesday, 18 March 2015 18:22 (ten years ago)
Yikes... like a butter knife or something as a prop?
― Evan, Wednesday, 18 March 2015 18:46 (ten years ago)
er.... yikes.
i worry that some coworkers who walk past my office think i'm a bit mad. i'm in the process of going through stacks and stacks of old papers (left here by my predecessors in this position) and it's a complete mess, so occasionally a stack will fall over or a bunch of papers will flop to the floor and i'll mutter an expletive or two.
― he quipped with heat (amateurist), Wednesday, 18 March 2015 18:49 (ten years ago)
it was an actual knife. he works at our warehouse so he does stock and moves big items/products for us
― F♯ A♯ (∞), Wednesday, 18 March 2015 19:01 (ten years ago)
i've started thinking about writing what he tells me in a blog. about every other day he has a crazy story he likes to tell me. i'm not sure if this would invade his privacy but i think his stories are just insane
― F♯ A♯ (∞), Wednesday, 18 March 2015 19:03 (ten years ago)
In the late 90s I worked at a retail furniture chain for a while. Clientele was mostly middle-aged, middle-class mall patrons looking to buy a credenza or plant stand or whatever. Mostly pleasant, mild people. A very low percentage of unbearable lunatics compared to any other retail job I've worked. Anyway, after working there for about a year, we get this new coworker who you could tell was kind of a nerd, but looked strong and was about 10 years older than me and claimed he used to be a bouncer in Miami. This guy would act normal a lot of the time, but then would turn real negative like a flick of a switch.
One day, as the shop is full of customers, he points to an old man and says "don't you just want to bash his head in with a baseball bat?" and mimes swinging a bat.
I called human resources after work and left a message about it. I got a call back from my District Manager and we talked about the situation. Like two days later, the guy walks up to me on a shift and is like "you know, if you have a problem with someone, you should just tell them to their face." And dude never talked about beating up old people in front of me again.
― toucan orca ink (how's life), Wednesday, 18 March 2015 19:09 (ten years ago)