I read about telemarketing. It's like seeing it from the other side and interesting. I like the "get rid of a telemarketer" strategy here (It's R rated). The only telemarketing I see is the type at work. I don't hang in the call centre part because the noise drives me crazy, and telemarketing is annoying but it's part of my job (to distribute scripts and monitor campaigns), and it is one of those things: damned if you do, damned if you don't.
Ian decided to be nice to me today, and invite me to meet a friend of his who works for Canon - an IT person. Wow right there? I don't know what it is about IT people but those in business shirts wear odd ties. This one had a tie with a multi-coloured mouse.
Reasons why I'm up so late?
1. Going through a stupid presentation.
2. Reading paperwork for this presentation.
3. Why? Because Ian didn't feel up to doing it (hence my lunch invitation).
Conclusion: bastard.
ps: I feel sick when the receptionists drool over him. I think they're turned on more by his company credit card (Gold AMEX) than anything else.
I don't know what it is, but girls are having more orgasms over designer handbags.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Monday, January 28, 2008
Another day another dollar
This year has been so stupid.
My resolution failed. I still enjoy the puff, or I did, but it’s become more of a stress outlet than an Audrey Hepburn Breakfast at Tiffany’s thing.
I took a long break over the month of December, and I didn’t go anywhere. I did the average things, hang at Bondi, and waste a ton of money eating lunch, having coffee and shopping, and weeks later I returned to work to find that the group marketing manager hired a new member, someone he knows. Now this isn’t strange. This happens in spite of EEO practices being posted on all company Intranet sites.
I thought I’d be the person groomed to be a marketing executive in a year, after working as an assistant for close to two but it was:
“Didi, meet the new marketing executive, Ian.”
I knew it to be bad because Ian was giving me the up and down once over. The same look that guys give girls in pubs and clubs or the is she fuckable inspection. He made me sick, him in his new suit and number two haircut. He even wore a leather cuff on his left hand. I don’t know what that means, but I do know that Ian knows my bosses daughter.
Weeks later, it’s January, and I have Ian oversee everything, even stuff that never needed approval. He calls my extension, asks me to enter his office, to ask me stupid things - wasting my time. He has access to marketing figures. He’s the first to receive them, and he fucking asks me to interpret them when it’s his job. He is supposed to do marketing meeting presentations, but so far has made me do his work for him, and the thing is if something doesn’t happen for him to resign, I’ll be forced to work under him until I find something else. It’s catch 22. I study two days a week and I am supposed to learn on the job. Ian is an idiot, knows nothing, and I fear that I’ll learn nothing in the space of three years, or until I finish my course, and be at a disadvantage. If I leave the company, I fear I am going to be under qualified, even in my lowly position, to be accepted anywhere else.
I fucking hate Ian.
My resolution failed. I still enjoy the puff, or I did, but it’s become more of a stress outlet than an Audrey Hepburn Breakfast at Tiffany’s thing.
I took a long break over the month of December, and I didn’t go anywhere. I did the average things, hang at Bondi, and waste a ton of money eating lunch, having coffee and shopping, and weeks later I returned to work to find that the group marketing manager hired a new member, someone he knows. Now this isn’t strange. This happens in spite of EEO practices being posted on all company Intranet sites.
I thought I’d be the person groomed to be a marketing executive in a year, after working as an assistant for close to two but it was:
“Didi, meet the new marketing executive, Ian.”
I knew it to be bad because Ian was giving me the up and down once over. The same look that guys give girls in pubs and clubs or the is she fuckable inspection. He made me sick, him in his new suit and number two haircut. He even wore a leather cuff on his left hand. I don’t know what that means, but I do know that Ian knows my bosses daughter.
Weeks later, it’s January, and I have Ian oversee everything, even stuff that never needed approval. He calls my extension, asks me to enter his office, to ask me stupid things - wasting my time. He has access to marketing figures. He’s the first to receive them, and he fucking asks me to interpret them when it’s his job. He is supposed to do marketing meeting presentations, but so far has made me do his work for him, and the thing is if something doesn’t happen for him to resign, I’ll be forced to work under him until I find something else. It’s catch 22. I study two days a week and I am supposed to learn on the job. Ian is an idiot, knows nothing, and I fear that I’ll learn nothing in the space of three years, or until I finish my course, and be at a disadvantage. If I leave the company, I fear I am going to be under qualified, even in my lowly position, to be accepted anywhere else.
I fucking hate Ian.
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