So Jeanne quit her job this morning. Again. But this time it's permanent. The reason she stayed was they told her that they'd hire someone within a week or two and give her a few days off to fix up her sleep schedule and then start on day shifts just doing the auditing. Meaning that she would not have to deal with any customer at all. And get a raise. How can you turn that down? So she agreed.
Two weeks later, still no hire. Still the same stupid management thing. Still the same stupid problems that never get fixed. Still the same stupid Beverly Hills customers. I'm not sure if people are just genuinely dickheads or if there's some transformation process they or their minds go through upon crossing the threshold of the normal world and that of Beverly Hills.
Same way that I wonder about people that I deal with on an everyday basis at home or on the road or at the grocery store. Everywhere I go it seems as if I have this dumb spell following me around that infects everyone in a mile radius. It also has the ability to travel via phone lines. It's like Pennywise but instead of torturing me by my fears, it gets me by making everyone around be way dumber than usual. Like they're dialing the number here at work and while the phone's ringing they're talking to their partner saying like, "...then it split so I sold half my stocks [ring] and put it into a futures account. If you [ring] keep it there, you have this option of diversifying the [ring] contract and then..."
"Paramount Limousine."
"Duh, I'm a stupid-head."
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