No, you're crazy
Monday, July 24, 2006

Has it ever occurred to anyone that sometimes people do crazy things but when you do the exact same thing, it's considered normal? I guess crazy depends on your point of view. If they are not doing what you're doing, it's crazy. If they are doing something worse than you are, they're an idiot. So you're pretty much stuck in between. But I'm sure the other person thinks the same way as you are.

I'll be driving down the highway back to Hamilton. I usually stay in the slow lane going at 100km/h. Every now and then I would have to switch over to the middle lane because the driver in front of me is going too slow. The slow drivers don't bother me too much. I know they're just obeying the law. As I'm passing the slow driver, the car in the fast lane speeds by me going somewhere around 150km/h. As that driver passes me, I'm thinking to myself, "He must be crazy going that fast." I look down at the speedometer and notices that I'm going relatively the same speed. He's in the fast lane doing 150 while I'm doing 120 to pass the car in the slow lane. I'm thinking the guy in the fast lane is crazy for going that fast but the car in the slow lane probably thinks that I'm crazy for going as fast as I am.

Free you say?
Monday, July 17, 2006
I like getting free stuff. I don't care what it is but if it's free, I'll take it! I'll take two if I could but I don't want to be greedy. I'm sure everyone would like that too but you can't satisfy everyone. I'm sure you're bound to find people who complain if they don't get something for free.

Today, I got a free copy of the local newspaper from McDonald's. I wasn't expecting it but I got one. I pull up into drive-thru and gave my order like I always do. After I paid for it and got my order, the cashier asked if I wanted a free copy of the Spectator. It was early in the morning and I usually pick up a copy when I can so I accepted it.

A few nights ago I was stuck doing the graveyard shift at work. I didn't have time to stop by Subway to get something to eat so I ordered from Pizza Pizza. I called them up and gave my order. The lady on the other end repeated back my order and told me that it should arrive within 40 minutes. She asked if there was a buzzer number that the delivery guy could call so I gave her the extension number of my desk. I told her that I would go down and wait so he wouldn't have to call. So I went down and waited in the lobby for 10 minutes.

After 40 minutes had passed, I call them back up and ask if the delivery guy got lost. The person on the phone transferred me to customer service. The lady from customer service said that the delivery guy waited and call but he called the wrong extension. I told her that I was in the lobby the whole time and if he came to the right address, he would have seen me.

I left the lobby for 2 minutes to check the other lobby to see if he went there instead. I saw the security guard on the way and he informed me that I was standing at the right lobby. The delivery guy would arrive at the other lobby if I gave a different address. So I rushed back to the other lobby and waited some more.

I ordered pizza around 12:50am but the delivery didn't show up until 2:00am. I asked if he came to the lobby that I was waiting at and he said he did. If so was the case, he must have waiting 2 seconds before driving off. Since he took 1 hour and 10 minutes to deliver my pizza and it was guaranteed to be delivered within 40 minutes, I ended up getting a free large pizza, 3 can of Pepsi and a couple of creamy garlic sauce.
Almost forgot
Friday, July 14, 2006

I've been pretty busy with work that I totally forgot my page here on Blogger. I've been so focused on my site that I haven't even written here since I reactivate the account. I tell you, the older you get, the faster time seems to fly. This week alone flew by like nothing. It's already Friday night. I don't want to do anything because I'm just exhausted from work. Not that I do much there anyway. I won't be able to go out tomorrow night either because I'm stuck doing the graveyard shift, like most weekend.

This last month, I've just been trying to get things settled in at the new job. So far, it's not too bad. I'm starting to understand my basic tasks and I have no problem completing them. If the work doesn't get done during my shift, it was because I was busy dealing with other stuff.

When you work in a company that deals with international clients, the timing is never right. I tried to work with some of them but I have to wait until I'm on nights to get a hold of them. Once I get a hold of them, sometimes the language barrier gets in the way. I have a hard time understanding some of them because of their thick accents. And what makes it harder is that they try to sound very sophisticated. But what they don't know is that they are using the wrong term.

Recently, one of the clients complained about this telephone service. He said that there is this bizarre "tooting" on the line. My first impression of "tooting" was that someone on the other line picked up the phone and farted. As he is trying to explain the situation, he keeps saying "tooting" and I can't help it but laugh. It's a good thing he couldn't hear me.

And then there are those clients who like to complain about the service. No matter how good it is for everyone else, they feel the need to nit pick and find the bad stuff. And no matter how much we try to help them, they never appreciate it. One client wanted to cancel his control with the company. Although he is a pain to deal with, he is also one of the top clients so we have to try and deal with him the best we can. The problem may not be on our end but we have to say it is and try to fix it for him.

And finally, you have the good clients, the one that don't complain when their service is down. They just kindly inform us of the problem and we get to work. I like dealing with those clients because they don't put any pressure on you to get the work done. They're not always on your back asking for an update on the trouble ticket. For these clients, I will anything to the best of my abilities. Even if it means that I have to drop what I was doing with the other big shot.

But anyway, that's enough out of me. It's Friday night and I don't want to keep on ranting. I think I'm going to call it a night.

New Blogspot
Sunday, June 04, 2006
I've resigned up with Blogger.com so I can start posting here again. I'm not sure why I closed my old account in the first place. I guess I wanted to focus the majority of my time towards my site but now I'm back here.

I don't know what it is about blogging but it's damn addictive. Usually, I'll blog twice or maybe three times a week. But lately, that number is going up. I'm getting close to the point where I'll have one blog per day. Heck, one time, I ended up writing three entries. So I'll see how this goes. It's something to keep me out of trouble.