Here we go round the prickly pear...

My living is really a form of dying.
2005-08-01 + 11:54 a.m.

Well, friends and neighbors, it's Monday again. The only redeeming feature of which is that I am happily off from work the next couple of days. Glorious off. And all I have to do is get through the mentally grinding and sad 8 hours to come.
I hate my job, I really do. And it isn't the job itself that upsets me, it's the people that I am forced, forced, to work with every day. Now do not get me in the least bit wrong, not my co-workers in my department, no, most of them are all right and some better than that. To understand this I'll have to explain to you a little about just what it is that I do. When you call a certain bank, lets just call it Wells F., no wait, that's too obvious...W. Fargo, and all you want to do is check your balance or dispute all those porn charges that you just simply could not have made, and the banker tells you that you're pre-approved for a credit card (which, by the way, you're not) and you say, well Wow! I just declared super-dooper triple bankruptcy last week! Hell yeah! I'll take that card, the banker transfers you to me and I try to convince you not to do an application because despite what the previous person said you are not pre-approved, they just said that because their supervisor is on their ass to make a sale and now I have to do a 20 minute credit card application because you're an idiot that doesn't understand the mechanisms of credit. Or you can take credit card and replace it with auto loan, line of credit, whatever. Or replace it with savings account or checking account and replace 'bankruprcy' with 'I just had several accounts closed with Bank of America because I bounced a bunch of checks and refused to pay the fee because the bank shouldn't be allowed to charge me so much even though I did recieve the account agreement when I opened my account which neatly outlined the fees the bank charged and I like to think others think that I am very important but really I am just poor and a prick at that too so I can't pay the damn fees, but I'll say otherwise so people think I CAN pay the fees but choose not to because I am smart enough to realize when I'm being screwed here, people."
So that's pretty much my job, and if you see yourself in the above rant anywhere, have pity on a phone banker. You are not preapproved. Don't waste my goddamn time.
Thank you.

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