> This is a tribute to anyone that has sat in a small cubicle for work. We are the back bone for great movies such as Office Space and back in the flick Wokring Girl.
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> I was introduce to the world of a call center when I was a young mother of two needing a better job then Opinion Services at the mall. It was one of those job that was there and I needed to get out and I knew exactly when.
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> When your boss takes you to a "nice bar" be cautious.
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> The rainbow room is a bar that is more like a mortuary for strippers on the age of retirement. I have been to nice strip bars in LA that were clean, this place you didnt feel like you needed a std treatment when you sit down. The room the throw up of the 70s with the smell of expired old spice. I couldn't breathe it was too toxic.
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> My boss and other co workers go to the bar and start ordering drinks that I was leary off. I have never heard of anything called velvet tequilla and after I had I wanted to do with it again. To me drinking is like hitting on a someone, make sure you are smooth like good vodka or whiskey, don't be misleading and leave a bad after taste like velvet rose tequilla.
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> We all sat down watching the "strippers" having a good time when all of a sudden it happened. There was a nine month pregnant lady waxing a pole. OH HELL NO!!! I am done.
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> As I am walking out of the bar heading to my car a co-worker came up to me.
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> Co-worker: What's the matter is this to "sinful for you"?
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> Me: No, this is lacking the quality that I am used to. I like the strippers to have goals other than money to pay for their teeth and paying back their pimp for a bad day.
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> The co-worker had nothing to say and went back into the bar.
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> I drove home and that's wehn I decided that I need another line of work and something that doesn't require me to spend time with my boss out side of work.
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> About two weeks later I was hired at a call center. It was starnge going into the building becasue it used to be the mall I went to as a child. One of my mother's favorite memories of me was lip syncing to Bruce Springstien in the JC Penny window in that building. The main floor didn't look like anything in my childhood and the smell was something of an old gym.
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> I sit down at my desk and get a little excited because the guy I was next was cute but so not worth it. His name was the same as my ex, just as short as my ax, and the same birthday as my ex. RED FLAGS!
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> I look over the partitian and I can only dicribe asa something close to a national geographic documentary on Wild Monkeys. There was a rather large man sitting at a desk arguing with someone, and I mean arguing. Other people were sitting aroung him like is was a wild dingo fight. The voice got louder, the people got closer and then: BINGO SUP CALL!
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> The larger man got up from his desk held his head set. I didn't understand because he looked happy, like he meant for it to happen and then he collected five bucks from one of his spectators.
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> I was told the other side was a satelite company that was disbanded. Disbanded, so they turn on eachother like fight club?
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> This had to be better than my last job.
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