I lost my job a week ago. I was working for a call centre. No need to go on? Well, actually, the calls and the customers themselves weren’t bad at all. It was the people and the work environment that was HORRIBLE. They played music, in an attempt to be and I quote, “The kind of office that isn’t afraid to let its hair down”. It was SO loud that I had to hold my head set close to my ear just to be able to faintly hear the customer on the other end. You know when you’ve stayed TOO LONG in a sticky, smells of vodka & vomit, touch- something- and- you’ll- get -an- STI nightclub? When it’s 2am and you already feel hung over? When angsty, “what’s the matter with my life?” songs are playing that bring nostalgia and depression in one shot? That was my work environment. I should have known better than to stay. But I needed the money. One evening close to the end of a shift, the guy who hired me took my phone off me, and started going through the songs on my iPod. Just a warning, what he said is GROSS so if you don’t want to keep reading, STOP READING… he got to a slow song, and said, “Does this get you wet? Do you go home and rub the bean to this?” In one reaction – I gasped and laughed and nervously said or did NOTHING. I awkwardly said “no”. SO… that’s the work place that didn’t want me there anymore.
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