Okay, I know that I haven't blogged in a bit. And I promise to change that. So here you are waiting, expecting a stimulating blog on writing and such (okay, so maybe "stimulating" is a stretch) and here I am, about to bore you to tears with non-writing related subject matter. Please accept my advance apology.
The economy. EEP! (I know. I went there.) If you haven't fled in terror yet, there's more. It's easy to blame CEO's and the Pres for our current economic situation - I'm not saying they're innocent - but let me offer another contibuting factor: Customer Service Representatives. Now I know there are fantastic, well trained, hard working CS reps out there, I've dealt with one this week, but let me tell you about the OTHER two I encountered. I'm pretty sure their hiring went something like this:
Human Resources: So, Broomhilda, where did you say you grew up?
BH: In cave in Siberia.
HR: And you lived there with your parents?
BH: No. I not born of humans, but created from friction of ice against razor rock of Ural Mountain.
HR: Okay. What skills can you bring to our company?
BH: I can skin a mountain rat with my finger nails.
HR: Mmmhmm. What hours would you be available to work?
BH: Any. I not require sleep.
HR: Great. What would you say is your best attribute?
BH: I do not know much language. I just repeat same phrases over and over again. Like dis, "Ma'am, I can not help you 'less you know account number."
HR. That's fantastic! What would you say is your worst attribute.
BH: Sometimes I fall into coma for minutes at time. Completely random. Usually while on phone.
HR: I think we can work around that. So, I noticed on your application that you do not have an emergency contact.
BH: Like I say, born in cave. Not human. No family.
HR: You mean to tell me that you've had no experience working with people whatsoever?
HR: Perfect! You're hired!