NB:- I'm not anymore, I'm actually an office worker. But if I still worked in a call centre, I'd be too depressed to start a comical thread about it. So...
I'M A CALL CENTRE WORKER!
Most of my social life has been taken away from me due to dreadful shift patterns!
Even if I did have a social life, I wouldn't be able to partake in conversation because talking's all I do all day!
Well, I say talking, what I mean is feebly try to defend the bent company I'm working for when people phone up to yell justified abuse at me!
I spend my meagre wages on booze and/or drugs that I can't afford but need to ingest regularly just to get me through life!
Whenever I go to the toilet, I have to key in a code on my phone set!
Whenever I come back from the toilet, some jumped-up cunt berates me for taking seven minutes and asks me what I was doing!
Whenever I tell said jumped-up cunt what I was doing, right down to the bowel movements, they look at me as if I'm mad!
Well, you did ask, said-jumped-up cunt!
Everybody I work with is an artist, musician, moron, student or often just a combination of all of them!
The only perk of the job is having a machine which sells overpriced chocolate bars!
Within a few days/weeks, I will not be doing this job either because a) I will wake up one day, possibly hungover, and think 'fuck that for a game of soldiers' and not go in, probably without ringing them, b) Get fired for giving some arsehole of a customer some much-needed lip, or c) Get a job as an office worker!
I'M SO GLAD I'M NO LONGER A CALL CENTRE WORKER!