Okay. I get it.

I work in a call center, again, (hated it then, hate it now.) for an alarm company. The same one I sold for this past summer. Being on the other side has given me a greater appreciation for the simple job, yet stressful tasks that must be done, and confirmed fears that I had as a sales rep about employees in the call center.

I have worked there maybe a total of 30 hours, not even a real full week, but I would wager that I am better than all of them besides one lady, who has been doing this for four years. The other ladies are middle-aged. I can't blame them for being bad at their job... their moms. Moms who are 40+ aren't good at computers. 

This past Monday we had a three hour long training session. Our job is pretty simple. We input data that is told to us. We do NOT have to think or interpret anything, other than knowing the difference between a good credit score and a bad one is. In this meeting we were actually told to do less. Here is probably why, one lady asked this question, "So, we do not need to enter the information into the other system?" RIGHT AFTER he just said, "you will only worry about putting the customer information in program a." I wanted to punch her. 

We went over processing payments. "You bill them that day, unless their bill date, which will be either the 5th or the 20th, is within 15 days of the day of installation. So about two weeks. Normally, you bill them that day, then set up the payment for the next month. Only if they are within the fifteen days, do you just set up the monthly billing without billing them that day." Simple right. No. It took us 25 minutes for Becca to be comfortable in her knowledge about it. 

There is another kid there who keeps me sane. Mark. His sense of humor is so dry. He told me how he used to work construction and made $1,300 a week. He loved it. He loved it so much, the pay that is, that he used an entire check to purchase Lego's, namely the Sponge Bob Square Pants themed sets. Aaawwwesome. Who does that? Only someone who loves life and Lego's. I personally would have gone with Star Wars. 

The Grinch who stole the NBA

I've waited in anticipation for months for the NBA to be "back," and even now, I wonder if it will ever be the same. I doubt it will. With the lockout and the current antics, that commissioner David Stern is involved in, prove that the NBA is in serious peril.

Stern certainly talked the talk during the lockout. He talked real big. He made everyone believe that the players were fools, incompetent, and selfish, denying any compromise. He had us believe that Billy Hunter was self serving, and sure, he might have, but now, I am wondering if it was the other way around.

My case in point is CP3. His veto of not just the Lakers trade, but the Clippers (THE CLIPPERS! How can you not LET them try to get better? Not allowing them to trade up, is like not allowing Lindsay Lohan to go to rehab. Does he just let them trade down-- "have em trade Eric Gordon for Okur. That's cool.") is evidence that he is trying to dictate what happens in the NBA. He killed one of the most exciting free agency trades in the history of the NBA. This was a make up call for letting King James go to Miami; plain and simple. He heard the whines and moans from the owners on the James omission, and wouldn't allow it to happen again. The son of a bitch. He is so weak. I wish the NBA only had a problem with roids, then everyone would dunk over cars, not some pansy commish.

What is his problem really? He looks like he was picked last for every game ever played in the school yard. That's unfair of me though. This is more like a game of monopoly. You know the guy who plays banker, by default, he thinks he runs the show. Mostly cause he can add. But the whole time he has been slipping himself a hundo every time he rolls a seven. Shoot, he even has the light blue monopoly five rolls into the game. Then, around 11:30 pm, you conjure up a risky trade. You trade Kentucky, Indiana, and two Railroads, for the Boardwalk monopoly and some cash. The player at the other end of the trade will get all the Railroads, and has leverage to get the last red. He is in good shape. But the banker, knowing you have enough capital to build four homes on each, pipes up. He says it's not fair. Only because he is rounding the corner toward the greens and boardwalk. He actually says he will quit if the trade happens. Suddenly, no one can trade without his consent. The next roll he hits luxury tax and scoffs, "Wouldn't have got me anyways."

You of course play the remainder of the game with just your four lousy properties and lose... everyone loses, just that damn banker comes out on top. With his light blues, pinks, and utilities. No one can trade or last past 3:00 am. You go to bed with bloodshot eyes and realize how much monopoly teaches about the real world. You're not mad that it seemed like ever other time around the board people landed on Boardwalk and Park Place, you're not mad that you're just slowly bleeding out; you're mad that you were never given the chance to see what could happen. You weren't allowed to take a chance, to see if your move came to fruition. There was no choice. Just a tight wad banker.

In summation, suck an egg Stern. I hope you break the egg shell and swallow the pieces. Would CP3 garuntee a 'ship for LA? No. They gave away two of their biggest pieces to the championship teams of '09 and '10. We can only speculate. Now we're stuck with watching Miami... ugh.

St. Tim

This is from another blog that I contribute to. It is private, so I thought I would share it with you. I wrote it almost a week ago, enjoy.

He is three days older than me. He was born in some remote mission in the Philippines, and every Sunday Tim Tebow gets face time. ESPN, CBS sports, S.I., you name it, he's going to be talked about. I think ESPN should dedicate a solid hour to just him. That's what they do anyways. He is such a polarizing character, from his on field display of Christianity, to his coach and ownership not truly behind him, and his spaztic emotions.

I've watched his comebacks at the Jets, the Chargers, and the Chiefs. I've seen him throw awful passes against the Raiders. I watched him get smashed by the Lions. I've seen him make unorthodox plays. And somewhere, in between all the talk about what he can and can't do (Bill Romanoski said he couldn't beat the Jets, Steve Young said that teams would stop him), I believe in him. At Florida he was unstoppable, loud, passionate, and really annoying. His autobiography, at least his picture, clearly shows that. Now, he is the underdog... I watch Denver because of Tim.

We can all relate to Tim, in a way. What makes him so love-able, is that he doesn't listen to the critics. He actually believes he belong in a starting QB position. Most of all, Tim inspires others. I read about how coach Fox asked him to give a speech before there game. Champ Bailey, arguably one of the greatest corners of all time, bought into Timmy. He has that magic, that intangible will to win.

When Tebow came into replace Orton mid game, against the Chargers (earlier in the season), I felt the belief, maybe energy is a better word. The crowd, his team, everyone seemed to have a greater purpose. His line gave him time, his running back ran hard down field, and his receivers ran clean routes. It was like watching a team come out of halftime, completely revamped, and adjusted to the competition. They were a different team. He led them to  a touchdown drive, and gave them a chance to win at the end of the game.

Since then he has won four of five. The defense, led be Miller, is formidable. Elway has tried to retract his statements. Steven Young hasn't been featured on ESPN for awhile now. Bill who?





Can't get enough of Timothy. I kinda want to read his book, but its written from Gator eyes.... so, won't do it. Here is another great site dedicated to him!

Job Opening: Lip Sync Professional

I have seen an increase of music videos with people lip syncing. Its got me thinking, how did they get their start? Were they a back up in other videos, just an extra? Maybe they posted their own video on Youtube.... I dunno, if you do, lemme know. I think I could/want to do that. I'll do anything for a dollar. 



This dude kills it... stellar moves. Just mint.

Christmas musikillers

In honor of a great holiday and a great band.





Who knew Elton believed in Christianity?

Washed up.

I am washed up. I am a has-been.

The moment of zen, when I came to this realization, was when I was eating from a Styrofoam container, that came from my own garbage can. This discarded Thai food was more glorious than a Sunday dinner at the White House. But nonetheless, I had hit an all time low. I was eating old rice, that came from a trash bin, alone... It doesn't matter what I did yesterday, or the day before, because today, I am a failure. Especially because I raided the trash some more and found more goodies, and ate them.