For those of you who were happily ignorant of my current employment situation, I am hereby informing you that I have obtained (merely out of desperation) a job at Stream. I'm assuming that you all are fortunate enough to NOT know what this means...this reference to this thing called "Stream." Would I were in your shoes to revel in such blissful ignorance! What, pray tell is Stream, you ask? It's a ...... CALL CENTER!!!! There!!! I said it!!!! To hold me over until I can find a job in which my degree will be useful, I shall be answering questions regarding Medicare for those confused old folks that call in. ES. (That means "Exasperating Sigh.") Can you say CUBICLE? Because in one week, I will be saying it. I don't know what's worse: the training that is more boring than a stale pretzel, or the fact that I will very shortly be peering at sticky note reminders of medicare information that I've stuck up on a gray upholstered cubicle "wall." Is this what I've reduced myself to? If I don't find a real job soon, I just may have some sort of nervous breakdown. Unless I've already had one, thus explaining how I allowed myself to get here in the first place. Stream employment: the major side effect of a nervous breakdown.
Well, my lunch break is coming to a swift close, so I must post this entry and sign off. I am in Stream's Cyberlounge, after all, and the next user of this computer can NOT be trusted.
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