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Welcome to the sarcasm and reality that is Eagle St.
I say it like it is.
My language is most foul.
I used to love my job. Really, I did. Then our headquarters decided to play a fun game of Fuck You! and decided to fling shit all over the happy introverts of my job title who were just fine working behind the scenes. "Oh, you can do your normal jobs AND be the face of the company by being downgraded, degraded, and pissed on by every single angry, toddler-minded customer! FYeah! Work!"
Think of an introvert's worst nightmare, and you have my "new" fucking job.
To add to the joys of standing in front of a counter all day with a fake ass smile on my face as Mr. FuckFace yells at me because we don't have room for him at this very second, I also have to get my "old" job done.
"Excuse me, Mr. Fuckface, I have to finish this report. Could you kindly get the fuck out of my face?"
The phone rings, and I tell the angry person on the other line to please hold. I mean, I've got to get Mr. Fuckface out of my face and deal with Mrs. Idiot behind him before I can hope the person on the other end hangs up. I mean, who the fuck wants to be put on hold? Not me.
Sorry, Mr. Phone Person. Headquarters is fucking awesome. That's why.
I say it like it is.
My language is most foul.
I used to love my job. Really, I did. Then our headquarters decided to play a fun game of Fuck You! and decided to fling shit all over the happy introverts of my job title who were just fine working behind the scenes. "Oh, you can do your normal jobs AND be the face of the company by being downgraded, degraded, and pissed on by every single angry, toddler-minded customer! FYeah! Work!"
Think of an introvert's worst nightmare, and you have my "new" fucking job.
To add to the joys of standing in front of a counter all day with a fake ass smile on my face as Mr. FuckFace yells at me because we don't have room for him at this very second, I also have to get my "old" job done.
"Excuse me, Mr. Fuckface, I have to finish this report. Could you kindly get the fuck out of my face?"
The phone rings, and I tell the angry person on the other line to please hold. I mean, I've got to get Mr. Fuckface out of my face and deal with Mrs. Idiot behind him before I can hope the person on the other end hangs up. I mean, who the fuck wants to be put on hold? Not me.
Sorry, Mr. Phone Person. Headquarters is fucking awesome. That's why.
