office drama

Was going to post this yesterday:

I hate my job again. They give me all their stupid work to do which I shouldn't be doing (like actually talking to customers about their insurance--and I have no idea what I'm talking about), and they aren't very good at teaching me to do things. It's such an unorganized setting. No wonder they get calls non-stop. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. When I do things a certain way, it's because they taught me to do it that way, but when I do it again, they tell me it's wrong. Am I the only person who thinks there's something wrong here? It's unbelievable.

I've already started my real-life version of the film, Office Space. I'm serious. I make faces behind these peoples back, and I don't do the work that I don't like to do (talking to customers over the phone). It's horrible, I know. But I only signed on to do secretarial work--using the computer, faxing, filing. All that. I really shouldn't be talking to the customers because I have no idea what I'm talking about. I have no background in insurance.

And I've just discovered all this office drama at my work that I really don't want to be a part of. Dad says I'm the only adult there. It's horrible and sad and could very much be resolved if everyone would stop talking at the same time and start listening to one another. I just want to lock up everyone in the same room and get this resolved.

Everything is better now. I just had the worse day yesterday. D. asked me if I was okay and said for me not to get stressed out because all the mistakes can get fixed and that nothing is my fault. He's a cool guy. When the boss is gone, it's more lax at the agency, and I usually hang out in his office.

I'm going to try and relax this weekend. I can't believe I only worked 4 days this week, it seems so much longer.

When I heard about what happened in London, all I could think about was my cousins. I have two cousins living in London, and I was so relieved to hear that they were okay. I mean, they always take the Tube, and they work in central London. It's so scary to believe that we live in a world where people will take their own lives and the lives of others just to make a point. It's terrifying. My heart goes out to all those who have lost someone due to the acts of terrorism. And a thousand thanks for all those policemen and firemen and others who've helped those in the fray. God bless you.

pros and cons about my job:

pros:
1. $$$$ (That's an exaggeration actually. More like this: $.)
2. the experience, I guess
3. air-conditioned environment

cons:
1. my newfound aversion to answering phones
2. the drive there and back
3. rude people on phones (see 1.)
4. just having to talk to strangers