Everything got Fucked up at work

It was a shitstorm today.

A co-worker resigned!

Sasha, a very pleasing lady, decided to resign today because of a lack of job security.

While working on our sales, our Database decided to die on us, so our boss switched us over to another campaign focused on Mortgages.

This is a seriously shitty campaign to work with. And believe me I tried my best.

But, no training, no practice, hell not even a good pitch to try to get leads!

So after a few hours of working on this campaign, the office supervisor, Shirley, called us into her office.

Apparently she was displeased with the lack of enthusiasm with which we were facing this campaign.

No shit Sherlock! We were pissed off!

Well, Sasha was pissed off enough to decide that she had had enough of foolishness here at work. Our lead database gets shittier and shittier every day, there is no movement to improve the work area, as was promised a month ago, and now they get pissed off because we're not enthusiastic about a switch of campaigns, without training???

She said "I resign" and walked out.

I applaud her, honestly I do. And if I had had confirmation from Zonamerica about that job, I would have walked out with her.

I wish Sasha all the best in her future endeavours and hope she finds what she's looking for in work and life.

A blast from the past

I got an MSN message today from an unexpected person.

A woman I knew, Alejandra, MSN'd me today. Alejandra and I knew each other about 3 years ago.

My marriage was on severe rocks, I was severely depressed, and she was a good friend. Her marriage was also on the rocks, and I figure I was a form of support for her at that time.

Did we have a romantic relationship? No, not really. We tried having a sexual one, but that didn't work all that well either. So we just stayed friends.

The last time I talked to her was about 2 months before I left Uruguay last year. About a month before that last conversation she admitted to me that she was in love with me, and wanted to pursue a romantic and sexual relationship with me.

At the time I was seriously fucked up in the head because of F. So I turned her down. Then came our last conversation. I wanted her to know that I still considered her a close friend, and she pretty much told me to fuck off. I didn't blame her, but it did hurt.

We hadn't talked at all since I got back, I didn't even have her number, but she was on my MSN list.

Then a message from her appears. We chatted for a while, catching up. And apparently she's still interested in me!

Will this work? Will I even try?

I don't know, but I guess I owe it to myself to try.

The last time I was confused about F, now I'm not confused.

I'm not in a relationship with Betty, at all. She's history. And I have no possibilities with Veronica. So why not?

I think I'll call her tomorrow.

Waiting and waiting

Well I'm still waiting for Zonamerica to call.

The situation here at work is getting unbearable.

It's not so much who I'm working with, but the work situation is getting extremely difficult to bear with. Our leads for sales are being reduced in quantity, which means that we'll have less sales each day. I was hoping to reach 61 sales, so I could have 4% in comissions, but right now I'm just hoping that I'll reach 41!

So hopefully Zonamerica will call and offer me that fucking job!!!!

On another note, I talked to Frankie this morning, he was sick. So he won't be going to school until he gets better.

It's a bummer, but it happens.

Yesterday kerflutzed

I spent yesterday with Frankie.

I had promised him we'd go to the Zoo, and I took him there.

But once we got there the doors were shut. It was fucking closed!!!

Apparently because of some municipal elections, they had closed down all official buildings and centers, including the Zoo.

Frankie was sooo bummed out, but I was even more bummed out. I actually cried my head off, because I had promised him. He hugged me and said "Don't cry Papa, we can go to the Park"

Which we did.

It was fun, and then we went to my mom's place so Frankie could spend some time with her.

On another note, my dad and I went to Atlantida yesterday, where he has his summer home.

It's no longer summer here, but we had a nice barbecue and talked a bit.

We would have loved to take Frankie, but when we went to pick him up, he was already eating a barbecue and would soon take his nap.

Either way it was a nice time.

PAID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, I got paid my comissions and I'm going to F's house to pay her.

You have no idea how giddy I am!

Finally to be economically free of that @&$E@#$@#

SHIT FUCK! It had better happen!

Ok, today's been on and off.

This morning I had an interview at Zonamerica. That's the Free Zone here, for a company called Sabre.

If I get the job that they're offering, I'd be making more money, and I'd get more benefits. This was apparently a preliminary interview. There had been 700 people on the first list, then it was cut down to 6. We 6 were given a questionnaire to answer, which we did. Of the 6 of us, I'm the only one with Call Center experience, and the only one with native English.

I think I'll do fairly well :D

Well, on another note. I'm sooooooo fucking screwed today if they don't pay my comissions!

F is supposed to come by today to pick up her money, and if they don't pay, I'm seriously screwed.

Hopefully it'll happen.

I hate being in hock to my ex.

This is turning out to be a weird day

I took Frankie to school today. It was horrible!

He cried so much I felt as if my heart were breaking. He kept saying "Don't go to work Papa, please don't go!"

I finally figured out that he was scared that I was going to go back to Canada to work. My poor baby boy is scared that I'll leave him again.

I reassured him that I wouldn't and he felt better.

After that I met with F and we went to talk to the school psychologist. We explained our situation, and we explained all the problems Frankie's been having because of it. We were able to get alot of things straight thanks to that meeting.

After that I got to work and found my boss sitting on a desk in front of the office. Apparently he was waiting for one of my co-workers.

Once that co-worker arrived (15 mins late), my boss went up to him and fired him. Apparently this guy is constantly late, and my boss had had it with him.

Personally I think my boss went overboard, but it's his company.

Luckily I never get here late, to be honest, I'm usually about an hour early every day.

This old life of mine...

Well, F lent me money last night.

A total of U$S 36. I'll have to pay this back with my comissions as well as more money I owe to her for Frankie's schooling.

With the money that F lent me I paid off the stupid $800 (eight hundred mother fucking uruguayan pesos) that I owed. That was a relief, but now I have to think about paying F back. Oh well, when that happens I'll be happier.

On another note, my boss eliminated Internet and MSN Access for our cubicles. This was done, apparently because one of the workers was checking out too much porn and chating with her friends all the time!!

That pisses me off, but Boss man does whatever he wants.

Well, off to work, hopefully I'll take Frankie to school tomorrow.

Don't try this at home!

I did something just now that I'm sure I'll regret for the rest of my life.

I asked F for a loan.

ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Knowing her, she'll hold it over me for the rest of my life.

I was supposed to get paid my comissions today. But of course I'm me, so of course I didn't. My boss got into a fight with his secretary, and she stormed out with the comissions. He promised us that we're gonna get paid tomorrow, but I have to pay my grandmother and my mother tonight, and no excuses will serve.

I pondered and pondered, and suffered, and suffered some more. Then I called the only person that I know, who has money, and who wouldn't ask questions, and who isn't my family (anymore). I have a couple of friends, who would gladly lend me the money, but they don't have any to lend. And besides, I need the money by the time I get home, cause if not, I ain't sleeping at home.

So I called her.

And believe me it was the last thing I wanted to do.

I already owe her money for Frankie's school payments, but that is justifiable. This, I'm sorry to say is not.

FUCK!

So, after work, I'm going over to her place to pick up the money. And it's a stupid measly 800 pesos, which translates to U$S 34, approximately. Stupid motherfucking money. At least I get the benefit of seeing my son again for a couple of minutes. I love seeing my son, but asking F for money but believe me, I didn't want to do that.

Wish me luck.

Trying to get through the month

I was supposed to be paid my comissions yesterday. I'm kinda pissed that I wasn't.

There are a shitload of things I have to pay, and those damned U$S 272 will really help me out, but if my boss doesn't pay me, I can't pay my debts.

I owe F for Frankie's school costs, I owe my grandmother (who came back from Canada on Saturday). I owe my mom, and I owe two colleagues.

I'm still not sure how I should move forward, workwise I mean.

The job is great, the people are really nice here, and the ambiance is really good, aside from the damned moron sitting next to me. But this payment thing really has me considering.

You see, I was interviewed for a job at Zonamerica last month. They pay U$S 550 minimum, for people with English skills and Call center experience. But I didn't take it because I saw an incredible earning potential here. For February (being a very lazy ass) between Salary and Comissions, I made a total of U$S 492.

That means that this month, busting some ass, I should be able to reach U$S 600 easily. But the boss is slow on paying us. At Zonamerica, I would be a drone, so to speak, working a 9-5 job, but I'd get paid on time, every month, without hesitations.

It truly makes me consider my working situation.

He'd better pay us today, 'cause I really need that money. Or else I won't be able to go home tonight!

That's how pissed my grandmother would be.

I know, I know, money problems always arise with me and her. I think it's an immutable law of the universe.

ARRGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Does anyone know the number for an assasin?

I'm really getting fed up with the moron sitting beside me.

She keeps saying the stupidest things, and the worst part is, she has no idea how stupid they are.

It's very tiresome, and annoying. I'm actually considering leaving this job because of the need to work with this damned bitch.

Vampirella, in Canada, had nothing on this idiot.

FUCK!

A history of the women I've cared for

I was reminiscing the other day about the women that I've cared for in my life.

It's a pretty damned long list.

You see, I fall in "like" easily, falling in love is a little tougher. To be honest I've only ever loved three women in my life.

So as I thought to myself how many women I've cared for, I also thought that it would make for an interesting, and long, post.

To protect the innocent, I will only give their first names with their last name's initial.

LIKES
Janet N.
Jessica F.
Ana L.
Danita V.
Anne F.
Amanda M.
Filomena Z.
Pauline B.
Sabrina S.
Andrea B.
Magdalena D.
Leslie F.
Nancy N.
Maria Angelica F.
Lisa R.
Sally M.
Tanya P.

LOVES
Tania M.
Fabiana M.
Amanda S.

Please take into account that the girls I liked did not necessarily like me back. And to be honest, I never dated any girl until I started dating my first love Tania M.

I hope to love again, I hope to like again. But who knows.

I feel like I wanna break something!

I just got back from my break, and coming up in the elevator was the bane of my existence.

My ex-wife's boyfriend. ARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

I just feel sooooooo fucking frustrated. There he was alone, and all I wanted to do was rip his throat out. All I could do was say hi, and talk to him about how my son was doing.


GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!

I wish I could talk to Cowgirl about it, but she won't be on until later.

I just feel sooooo damned useless.

A new school for my progeny, and other stuff

Frankie is starting a new school tomorrow.

It's called Colegio Santa Maria. He's got a wonderful little red overcoat uniform. F and I went to the parent's meeting today. It was a nice little get-together so that we could meet the children's teachers.

Frankie is going to have a heck of a lot of fun. I'm taking him tomorrow, but because of my work schedule I won't be able to pick him up.

In other news. The calculation's for this month's salary and comissions came in. For February I was able to achieve 42 sales giving me a total of U$S 272 in comission, more than doubling my salary. So I've been leaping for joy :D

Since my grandma is in Canada, my grandfather and I are on our own. At least until the end of the month. We've been getting along fairly well, no serious outbursts, nothing new there. But until my grandma gets back, my apartment search is on hold. I just don't feel comfortable leaving my grandpa alone for now.

More of an update post, I know. But still a post.

Being devilish ... bwahahahahahahahahaha!

I'm seriously bored at work today.

Not just your regular lazy-day boredom, but serious staring at how my armhair grows boredom.

So I decided to be a little devilish and play a slight prank on Vampirella Jr. (as you may recall, Vampirella was a serious bitch in Canada who worked with me, well, Vampirella Jr [VJ for short] is a seriously stupid ass bitch who works with me here in Uruguay).

Just to screw around with her a bit, I've been signing in with her MSN login everytime she logs in. She uses a very standard numeric password, so it's extremely easy.

I know I shouldn't, but it's fun as all holy hell. HEHEHEHEHE!

Well, if anyone knows of any other ways to eliminate my boredom, please do tell.

My soul....hmmmmm

You Are a Newborn Soul

You are tolerant, accepting, and willing to give anyone a chance. On the flip side, you're easy to read and easily influenced by others. You have a fresh perspective on life, and you can be very creative. Noconformist and nontraditional, you've never met anyone who's like you. Inventive and artistic, you like to be a trendsetter. You have an upbeat spirit and you like almost everything. You make friends easily and often have long standing friendships. Implusive and trusting, you fall in love a little too easily. Souls you are most compatible with: Bright Star Soul and Dreaming Soul

What Kind of Soul Are You?

A choice I've made

I was inspired by a regrettably short conversation I had with my best friend Cowgirl last night.

I've made a choice.

I'm going to break it off with Betty.

Why am I going to do this you may ask?

Simple, or maybe not so simple. I want to be with someone who desires to be with me. I want to be with someone who isn't hesitant about our relationship. I want to be with someone who isn't bothered by the fact that I may be 2 years younger or older than she is (in Betty's case, I'm two years younger, which in my opinion is nothing), someone who won't want to leave me if I've grown a goatee.

This does not mean that I am going for Veronica. To be honest, I don't even know if I have a chance with her. But it does mean that I will try to find someone who is right for me. Someone who wants to be with me as much as I want to be with her.

This is a simple matter of me looking for what I truly want, and not conforming to what comes at me first. Is this a selfish point of view? Perhaps, perhaps not. But aren't we all selfish when it comes to looking for love?

Once we're in love, and in a relationship, then the selfishness ends. Must end. But up until then, we search for the person we want to be with, not just the first one that shows up.

I guess I'll have to search for a while.

This weekend sucked ass!

The first part of Saturday was nice. Fabiana called me and asked me if I wanted to go with her and Frankie to pick up his school uniform. Of course I said yes.

I met them downtown, which is only about 5 blocks from where I work. There we went into the shop where they sell his school uniform. It's a gorgeous outfit. There's a dark red overcoat (actually thinner than an overcoat, here it's called a Tunica). And under that he wears a sports outfit. Blue and white track pants with a t-shirt of the same colour.

He seemed to like his uniform. I thought it was gorgeous.

After that we went for a walk on the main street of Montevideo, 18 de Julio. Frankie was in the mood for Hot Dogs, so we went to a restaurant that specializes in Hot Dogs. Frankie ate 4.

Finally Fabiana told me that Frankie wanted to spend the day with me and possibly the night. I loved the idea, so I told her of course. I took Frankie to my grandparent's place, and there I found Hell on Earth.

My Grandmother is having problems with her bank account in Canada (my suspicion is that the problem that has arisen is that my uncle has emptied her bank account). So she's travelling to Canada today to try and fix whatever happened. The problem is that both my Grandmother and Grandfather were fighting like mad dogs.

I didn't like the idea of Frankie being in that environment. So later that night I took him back to his Mom's place. I seriously wanted to stay with Frankie, and we had had a nice day together. Went to McDonald's, went to the park, also went for a walk on the beach. Very nice, and he loved it. But I took him to his home. And that's when my night went to shit.

After I dropped Frankie off at home, I got a call from one of my work mates, Bert. He wanted to go for some beer and pool. I thought it was a great idea, but I didn't want to spend too much money, since I had just gotten paid, and I need to pay some bills.

I have no idea, to be honest, what happened, but we got sooooo drunk. Too much beer. Next thing I know we're at this whore-house. Bert wanted to get laid. I just wanted to go to sleep. So while he was waiting for the next available hooker, we kept drinking.

It was a total fuck up. I spent all of my money that night!

I'm so fucking pissed at myself for being such an idiot.

Shit.

I got home at noon on Sunday, with a serious fucking hangover, and almost no money. And my grandparents were still fighting.

I slept for about 7 hours, and woke up with a worse hangover. Took a shower, and popped some Tylenol.

I'm still pissed at myself. It's not like I blew thousands of dollars, it was U$S70. But still, here in Uruguay, that's some nice change. And I blew it all on beer and pool. Not even a shitty ass hooker.

Shit.

Target Sales

I have to try to make 3 sales a day.

That's what my boss told me yesterday in a meeting. 3 sales per day is the objective, and we've been averaging 1 or 2 sales per day.

The campaign we're working on is sales for an online pharmaceutical company in the US. My first 9 days on the job I made 19 sales, and considering that I had never worked in telemarketing before, that was a pretty decent level. But, as of yesterday I've only made 27 sales.

Why haven't I made our target sales? I could blame the annoying bitch who sits next to me, to whom I had to explain 5 times (YES! 5 times!!!) how to use the mouse. I could blame the shitty database we have, which is already repeating names. I could blame my constant preocupation with finding a new place to live. But, no I won't. I'm to blame, noone else. I've been slacking. I have to admit that to myself and here, even if I won't admit it anywhere else. Instead of pushing the sales, I've been lazy. I guess I don't feel comfortable selling.

I know the psychology of sales fairly well, and I'm fairly convincing with people. But even so I haven't really been trying.

So last night after getting home. I lay in bed for maybe 2 hours just staring at the ceiling. I focused my mind, and told myself that today I will be making 7 sales, and that will be my minimum for the last few days of this month.

This is not a goal, this is a fact.

I will leave aside my laziness, my lack of focus, and make these 7 sales per day, so that my boss will know that I can do this. I will do this.

There is no doubt in my mind.

Everything costs money...

How could we ever survive without some form of currency these days?

This question pops into my head constantly these days since I ran out of cash. I got paid last about a week and a half ago the days that I worked in January, which weren't many. But the money is already gone.

I spent most of it last Saturday with Frankie (and didn't mind doing that one bit). I also spent quite a bit on my Saturday night date with Betty, which did leave me thinking as to why.

But since Monday I've been out of cash, and trying to survive without it. It's not an extremely difficult task for me, since food and board are provided to me by my grandmother. But transport is troublesome without money.

Luckily my grandparent's place is only about 20 blocks from my workplace, so I walk to and fro.

But still, if I wanted to buy a Coke, for example, it would be out of my league. Or even a bag of chips for that matter.

So I started thinking, how would we ever survive in this world without some form of currency, hard cash. Would we slip back to the days of bartering? Would we fall into anarchistic tendencies, taking whatever we needed from wherever we found it? This may seem a little extreme, but it makes you wonder.

Consider this...The basic necessities of life are Food, a roof over our heads and clothes. Someone to share this with is obviously desired, but not an absolute necessity. But to get all of these basic necessities in today's society, requires money. So does that make money a more important necessity than food?

We need money to survive. We need money to thrive. We need money, period.

Every one of us works with the supposition that we do so so that we will be able to provide ourselves or our families with those basic necessities, but in reality, we're working to achieve the economic possibility of providing those basic necessities. Money comes first.

I have a friend here at work who currently has no family. He's living in a low budget boarding house, where he lives with 4 other guys in one single room. If, God forbid, he didn't have money to pay for his food and boarding, he wouldn't have the support that I do. He doesn't have a grandmother who will have a hot plate of food waiting for him everytime he gets home. If he doesn't have the money to pay for his boarding, he won't have a place to sleep. This makes the necessity of money all the more important for him.

So, how could we survive? Many people obviously do. But it would be through tremendous hardship.

I don't know if I'm strong enough to survive that way. And that's a scary thought.