December 19, 2005

• HOLY SHIT! The Bears switched quarterbacks last night in the middle of
  the game!!! This is great news, since Rex Grossman is much better. And
  since Orton grew that awful beard of his, he is also hotter. And I’m
  not the only one that thinks Orton’s bears is really bad looking, it
  seems to be of topic in the local media as well. Anywho, just compare
  their pics, you tell me who is hotter. Of course, this pic is without
  beard for Orton.

  
  Grossman                         
  Orton

  The main thing, though is that the Bears won and are one win from winning the division. Yay!

  I’m very disappointed. I lost in my fantasy football playoff game. Next
  week, I play for 3rd place, and the difference between 2nd & 3rd is
  $10, not a lot of money, but I still hope I win. In my other league, I
  had a bye the first round and my playoffs start next week.

  Work was so fucking busy today. It sucked!

  Now, I don’t expect any of you to understand this unless you work in a
  call center. But, when people call a business, their voice changes. Its
  weird. They almost always start the conversation off with the typical
  “Uh, yes, my name is Rosie Cheeks and blah blah blah, I’m a loser.” Why
  the voice? My mom was always guilty of “the voice”. And she could turn
  it off and on at the drop of a hat. She would call a number, be put on
  hold and while on hold be screaming bloody murder at me for some reason
  “MICHAEL! YOU SONOFABITCH! YOU AT LUNCH ON A SUNDAY, THAT’S IT, YOU ARE
  FUCKING GROUNDED UNTIL NEXT GODDAMN FUCKING SUNDAY!!” (we were not
  allowed to eat lunch on Sundays growing up. I’m not making that up).
  The person would come on the line and my mom, in mid yell mind you,
  would all of a sudden switch to “Uh, yes, my name is……..” like
  nothing was wrong, when in fact, her face was beet red from yelling and
  she had slobber running down her chin. Then, she would be put on hold
  again and proceed to continue the punishment of yelling until she was
  shaking and sometimes even throwing shit. Yeah, my mom had a bit of a
  short fuse and a temper at times. Anywho, back to the subject, people
  do this all the time. They will be in mid sentence when they call and
  all of a sudden, I will answer and they will start with the voice and
  trying to sound all fancy and important, when in reality, they are just
  some loser who can’t read their fucking bill. What is with the damn
  voice? What, am I supposed to respond differently? Oh, they are
  speaking in an all important tone, I should treat them with some extra
  courtesy. Are they trying to convey that this is extremely urgent and I
  should stop reading my Sports Illustrated long enough to give a shit
  about what they are saying? Ok, so now I’m just making myself sound
  like a slacker and a bad worker, when in fact, I do pay attention to
  them and care about what they are saying. But, why “the voice”? Is it
  something that is passed from generation to generation? I notice that
  both my sister and brother do “the voice”. What is the point of “the
  voice?” You are calling with something important to you that has cost
  you a lot of money, I understand that, that, after all, is why you are
  calling. I’m going to do my best for you, after all, you pay my salary
  (which, by the way, is very good money for what I do) and I want to try
  to at least earn it. Ahhhhh, why the fuck do I care, its all the same
  anyway.

  This just in, at the urging of a co-worker, I have submitted a post
  (Oct 19, 2005, GO BACK AND READ IT DAMNIT!!!) to the NPR (the n stands
  for National, the P is Public, and the R is Radio) as a commentary,
  hopefully, they will read it on the air. I consider that post to be one
  of the best things I have ever written, so hopefully, it will at least
  get mentioned on the air. Of course, it is sorta………well, it rips
  on Christianity, so they might ignore it all together, but check out
  their website for the station nearest you:

  http://www.npr.org/

  • 9:31 pm
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