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A little glimpse inside my head. Be careful. It's a mess in here.

Saturday, May 31, 2003

What have I become, my sweetest friend

I have a host of defense mechanisms. I laugh at inappropriate times to keep myself from crying. I swing on people, hit walls and so forth. I fain indifference to prove that you can't hurt me, that you don't matter. But you do. You matter too much and that scares me. What scares me more is that I don't have to fain indifference anymore. I've spent so much of my 25 years shrugging everything off that now I'm numb. I feel empty inside. I can't feel anything. Even things that should upset me, don't really register anymore. I've stopped caring. I used to do things to assure myself that I'm still human. Sometimes I still do. Bring all the internal pain out to the surface where I can see it, feel it. Sometimes I don't feel real, like I'm sleeping my way through everything. I'm waiting for my alarm clock to go off and wake me up. There has to be more than this. I'm tired of feeling this way.


posted by Beth 12:39 AM
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Wednesday, May 28, 2003

I am not just a receptionist

I'm supposed to keep telling myself that very thing. I am not just a receptionist. According to the company, I am the cornerstone of the business. Without me nothing happens. Without me there are no appointments, no cheerful voice on the phone, no clients, no representatives, no money. Well, let me tell you, even with me there is no cheerful voice on the phone. I tried, hard, to be ever cheerful and happy, it just isn't me. On that note, here is a list of things that you, the caller, should remember when calling and speaking to me, the receptionist.

1. You called me to schedule an interview. Do not get huffy with me
when I ask for your name and phone number. How else am I going to
get in touch with you, dumb ass??

2. I am not the personnel manager. I am the receptionist. When I tell you
that I, as the company's answering service, only have general information,
don't repeatedly ask me for specifics. I don't have them. I told you several times
that the personnel manager will answer these questions during your interview.

3. Don't schedule an appointment and then just not show up. There are others who
need that time slot. Be a big boy/girl and call and cancel your appointment.

4. If you receive a message from me, please call me back. I am not joking when I
say that I will continue to call you until I hear from you. If you are no longer interested
in the position, call and let me know so I can stop wasting my time on your bitch ass.

5. No. I can not go to lunch with you. I work through lunch.

6. Be a grown up. Do not have your mommy or daddy call to cancel your appointment
for you.

7. Be a grown up. Do not have your mommy or daddy call to schedule an
appointment for you.

8. When leaving a message on the answering machine, speak slowly and clearly.
I can't call you back if you speed-demon your way through your name and
phone number.

9. Do not hang up on me. Several people have learned the hard way that hanging
up on me is not in their best interest.


posted by Beth 8:03 PM
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