People, I need all the positive thoughts you can muster. If I were in Louisiana, I'd look up my local voudon priestess to get myself a gris-gris -- one of those mojo charms with supernatural powers to bring good luck.
Or I could just cross my fingers. Cross myself. Find out who else is applying for this job and put a hex on them or otherwise somehow sabotage them.
I gotta get the job. I just gotta gotta.
Call center work is not for me. If I needed someone to bellow (or, in many cases south of the Mason-Dixon line, "beller" or, alternatively, "bellyache") in my ear about how their ex-spouse (or employer or insurance company or child or state of residence or federal government or, once today, me personally) is a money-grubbing, two-timing, no good Goddamn lying sack o' poo...
Well, let's just say I don't need the heartburn.
Think of me at 3:30 p.m. Central Daylight Time tomorrow. Cross whatever you got. Send positive vibes. Don't step on cracks or walk under ladders or break any mirrors in my vicinity. Attention Mr. Thoreau, I am seriously leading a life of not-so-quiet desperation here.
I. Need. This.
Or I could just cross my fingers. Cross myself. Find out who else is applying for this job and put a hex on them or otherwise somehow sabotage them.
I gotta get the job. I just gotta gotta.
Call center work is not for me. If I needed someone to bellow (or, in many cases south of the Mason-Dixon line, "beller" or, alternatively, "bellyache") in my ear about how their ex-spouse (or employer or insurance company or child or state of residence or federal government or, once today, me personally) is a money-grubbing, two-timing, no good Goddamn lying sack o' poo...
Well, let's just say I don't need the heartburn.
Think of me at 3:30 p.m. Central Daylight Time tomorrow. Cross whatever you got. Send positive vibes. Don't step on cracks or walk under ladders or break any mirrors in my vicinity. Attention Mr. Thoreau, I am seriously leading a life of not-so-quiet desperation here.
I. Need. This.
Comments