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[fearlesstemp]

Watch this space: At some point this week, I may change my LJ name. I've been meaning to change it forever, but have been hampered by (a) laziness and (b) lack of creativity re: a new name. Still plagued by both, of course. But something about half of my LJ name being the same as the name as poor little Molly, off chasing baby bunnies in the great beyond, is finally getting to me, and so I Need A Change.

We'll see if I actually get my act together and do this, of course.

Last night I forgot to set my alarm, and so I woke up twenty minutes late this morning and had to skip showering. I feel gross, disgusting, and only half-awake because of this, which has made today particularly fun since everyone in the known world has decided to call this office. Often in a bad mood, with a crappy connection, and extremely long, complicated names.

While working these jobs, I often have these theories and epiphanies that are of no interest to anyone, and so, of course, I am going to share them in this space.

Temp Epiphany/Theory of the Day: It seems counterintuitive, but people who say, "How are you?" or "Who am I talking to?" when you answer the phone are far more likely to be demanding and difficult to handle than those who simply say, "[Random Attorney], please." It doesn't matter how pleasant their tone is when they ask, or if they seem interested in the answer. Just initiating conversation is the red flag.

Perhaps this is only a regional thing. I welcome input from any and all people who have worked the front lines of an office before.

I spent most of last night holed up in another lawyer's office downtown in my hometown, desperately calling people and trying to get them to go to the polls for the primary. My father's been involved in the local Democratic party forever, but last night was the first time I'd gone out to help, and it did feel good to be doing something. Also, I got a nifty Kerry/Edwards lawn sign! Go me!

Being in a non-swing state is at the same time comforting and frustrating. I mean, on the one hand, it's frustrating not to be able to do stuff locally to guarantee Kerry the election. On the other hand, if I lived somewhere like Ohio or Florida I'd probably have a hard time being civil to people voting for Bush. Here, where Kerry is winning easily, when faced with a Bush supporter I can usually step back after a couple of minutes of friendly debate and say, "Well, everyone's entitled to an opinion." In Ohio or Florida it would probably be more like, "Well, everyone's entitled to an opinion, but yours is WRONG and TERRIBLE and, and, and, WRONG!"

And I don't really want to talk to my Nana like that.

Today my father stopped by and picked up my old cell phone because they are doing construction near his building and accidentally cut the phone line. He left several messages on my new cell phone that said stuff like:

Message One: I'm calling from the HOLIDAY INN EXPRESS because I have NO PHONE SERVICE AT THE OFFICE and I NEED A CELL PHONE and so I'm going to have to BORROW YOUR OLD ONE! Call me at home, honeybunch. I'll be there in a minute. Bye.

Message Two: I'm at the house trying to find your old phone and it's NOT HERE! Do you have TWO cell phones with you? TWO PHONES?

Okay, so it doesn't translate over the internet, but I swear, they were hi-larious. I was doubled over at my desk. Because I find humor in my father's ill fortune.

I did have both phones, of course, but for a good reason. I used my new cell phone to call people last night, and burned a lot of minutes, and so I wanted to use what few minutes are left on my old cell phone plan today. Occasionally there is logic in my world.

Hey, it's 5PM, which means it's time to motor and I have no time to edit, but spent so long on this thing that I'm posting it.

Comments

[jeviltwin.livejournal.com]

I've been working the service end of a stock brokerage's research department for 10 years (!) and I've tried, over this time, to see some pattern in the way people address me on the phone. I would have to say that the worst callers here tend to be people who don't introduce themselves: we don't take calls from the public, so 99.999% of the time, it's a broker or someone else internal, and they may be mean but they're smart enough to know that if we know who is treating us like such shit we will call their manager and raise hell. A decent percentage of mean (and/or helplessly twitty, which is sometimes just as bad) brokers are from our northeast offices -- and I hate playing the regional card, but they're just in a much different environment. I was going to say they're in a more fast-paced world than Louisville, KY; but really, these are simply people who use that theory as an excuse to be jerks. I don't buy that being from NJ automatically makes you evil, yet our brokers are using certain perceptions to their advantage and my annoyance.

Both of the above groups are bad; hardly anyone who calls ever actually wants to speak to me (something I'm rather okay with), and the callers who tend to irritate me the most are inevitably the brokers who are a.) freaking out about something we have no control over (other depts., the Dow, hurricanes, etc.) and/or b.) too &^%$#@! lazy to look up readily available information on the company intranet. Which is why despite our pharmaceuticals analyst being at this company for 20 years, and despite this info being two mere clicks off the company homepage, people still call me as ask, "Yeah, who's the guy that follows Pfizer?"

My job would be a lot happier if they'd take my phone away. Or if they'd hire another secretary. Oh, how I wish.

[fearlesstemp.livejournal.com]

I love that icon. Love! Bucky!

I would have to say that the worst callers here tend to be people who don't introduce themselves: we don't take calls from the public, so 99.999% of the time, it's a broker or someone else internal, and they may be mean but they're smart enough to know that if we know who is treating us like such shit we will call their manager and raise hell.

I had the same experience when I was working at a job where I fielded a lot of internal calls in addition to the external call load. People were always v. careful to be nice (with one exception -- a woman in the CEO's office who was just plain mean to me a couple of times. I hated her without ever meeting her, and then when I was introduced, realized that she was someone I'd been exchanging pleasant, meaningless conversation with every few days in the cafeteria because we took lunch at the same time. The sense of betrayal I felt!).