The supervisor at work really pissed me (and the rest of the class for
that matter) off today. We are officially out of training and are
supposed to start our new schedules on Monday. I was hoping to work
from 10AM-6PM. Well, according to the seating chart, that is not going
to happen. I have made it clear to everybody, even in the interview,
that I wanted to work that shift. The supervisor is the one that makes
the schedule. We were told Thursday that she might be in to give us our
schedules. She didn’t. We were told on several occasions today that she
would “be right in” to give us our schedules. End of the day came, and
she had not been in there. I have no idea what time I’m supposed to
work Monday. The trainer suggegsted that we just show up at 8 in the
AM. I was going to approach the supervisor before I left today, but she
was nowhere to be found.

The call volume was very low today. It gave me and the only other guy
in the class a chance to talk. He and I are both big baseball fans (he
is a Sox fan), so we spent a lot of time talking baseball and in the
process, boring the shit out of the rest of the class. I figured we
owed them this. For 3 weeks, they have talked a lot about when they
gave birth. Today, they talked about when they first got their periods
and when their daughters are going to get them. Anywho, the other guy
in the class, he was telling me about his first baseball game. He was 9
years old and it was 1959 (the last time the Sox, or any Chicago team
for that matter, where in the World Series) and he and his brother went
to a game. He was telling me about all the parks he has been to and all
the countries that he has been to. It was fascinating. I was amazed and
really interested in his stories. He is a pretty cool guy, I’m gonna
love talking baseball with him.

Tonight, I didn’t do much. Not having as much money as before, I can’t
go out as often………….at least not yet. John and I watched Taking
Lives, which was……………….ehhhhhh. It was ok. Most of the
movie didn’t make sense and the movie tries too hard to have too many
twists. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t that good either. It was a one
timer.

Today was my first day on the phones. I have to say, I wasn’t really
nervous as much as I was clueless. I need a lot of help from the
trainer, but then again, so did  everybody else. By the end of the
day, I was SLOWLY starting to get the hang of things, but I still have
a lot to learn. And, it was made worse because they showed us shit
about Texas and New Mexico too, which means a lot more to read and
learn. I know once I get the hang of it, I will flourish. The thing is,
what if I never get the hang of it? You have to understand that I have
been very successful everywhere I have worked. I don’t know what I
would do if I were to fail at this. I’m going to keep reading the book
over and over until I get it, the only problem is that I don’t pay
attention when I read. Its so boring that my mind drifts. Also, the
same thing holds true when they are talking and trying to teach us
stuff. At the end of the day, we were learning all that New
Mexico/Texas crap, and as soon as the lady would start talking, I would
stop paying attention. I was in there for almost an hour, and I don’t
know a damn thing, all because I didn’t pay attention. The training at
AAA was so involved and there was so much class participation, that it
made it much, much easier to pay attention. There were lots of times in
my current training in which the trainer just read straight from the
book, and I have always thought that was not an effective way to train.
It also doesn’t help that we go 10-15 minutes between
calls…………it can make things difficult to consistantly get to
learn this stuff. Ugghhhhh, I wish I could just snap my fingers and
know it already.

I’m very excited. I got my first response on yahoo! I was getting a
little worried. I had signed up over the weekend and hadn’t gotten any
responses, even though I had contacted 20 guys. The guy that did
respond is cute, although Liam said he looks like a vegetable (which,
for some reason, I found very funny), and upon further review, I
agreed. When I first saw this dude’s picture, I thought he was sorta
funny looking and couldn’t quite place what it was. But, once pointed
out about his vegetableness, it was really quite easy to see.

I’m begining to think this girl from in the training class might like
me. She laughs at all my jokes, even the stupid ones (of which there
are plenty) and has complimented me about my looks. Work was pretty
boring yesterday, although I do think I might have gotten the name of
the hot guy. He looked so great yesterday, with his jeans on and his
baseball hat on. What a cutie.

Last night, the plan was to go to the Ditka Dome to throw some
beanbags. I picked Dave up at about 6:30ish and first we headed over to
Steve’s house to wait for Scooty’s phone call telling us that he was
done with his date and everything. While at Steve’s, he and Dave went
on and on about work and shit I didn’t care about, but pretended to be
interested. Eventually, the conversation turned to politics. Dave was
saying that if a woman ever became president, he hopes she would be
assasinated in office because a female president is a sign of weakness.
Sometimes, Dave is such an ass. I spent some time trying to figure out
why he is so conservative and why he is stuck in the 1950s. He is not
relgious at all………..in fact, he didn’t even have a religon
growing up and still doesn’t have one. His parents were never
interested in politics either. He is a smart guy and if you didn’t know
about his politics, you would think he was a liberal, but that is just
not the case.

We were just about ready to pull out of the driveway of Steve’s house
when he yelled from the door that his wife would be home any minute and
he would be able to go. We walked back to the door and there was a dog
on the step. Steve’s 3 year old son Colin was right inside the house at
the door, and neither Dave or I knew if this was Steve’s dog. We
hollered for Steve, but he didn’t hear us and was getting dressed. So,
we asked Colin if this was his dog. He said yes, so Dave let the dog in
the house. A minute later, Steve said “where did this dog come from?
thats the neighbors dog.” OOPS!

We arrived at Ditka’s about 9:30. I thought there was an enterance on
the side of the building, so I parked there, but it turns out, there
wasn’t and we had to walk all the way to the front. The place was
pretty cool. It was a meat market, as there were TONS of hot guys. I
couldn’t take my eyes off of a couple of them. The first game of
beanbags we played, it was me and Dave against Steve and Scooty. I was
on fire at first, and we jumped out to a 16-0 lead, and in a game that
goes up to 21, you would think that would be enough. But, we pulled our
best New York Yankee impression, and lost the game 21-20. We got our
revenege in stunning fashion the next game, and they didn’t stand a
chance. After that game, as a drunk Dave was getting ready to walk back
onto the beanbag area (there is a step to go onto it) he was babbling
on and wasn’t paying attention and tripped and fell. It was not even
that he fell. He also rolled. It was funny as hell. What a fucking
klutz. We played a few more games and then left and came home.

One thing I did forget about yesterday, was that Danel stopped by to
give me a gift for some reason. It was a little stuffed Homer with a
big head. I’m giong to hang it in my car. Its pretty cool. She got it
from a hospital gift shop. She is always buying me little stuff like
that. Its funny, because its the exact opposite of me and Jt. She is in
love with me, and I’m gay, so we can never be.