personal log – Amanda Unvarnished

It’s 03:34, and it looks like I’m starting off the secular new year with a weird sleep schedule. But I’m not going to let that get in the way. I’ve decided that I need to fix my routine problem, and that means getting up and doing things at a set time. I still plan to get up like a human later this morning. The laundry’s done, and all I pretty much have to do today is some writing. I’m participating in NaBloPoMo this month, and am looking forward to writing with the prompts provided. Hopefully this will get me blogging more substantively. I would like to get to a point where I’m writing at least one post a day, with some really great content at least once a week, and the big goal with my site this year is to participate in NaNoWraMo, or National Novel Writing Month, in November. And these goals go along with my goals of finding a job, becoming healthier, finding my own place, ETC.

You should expect the first NaBloPoMo post later on today. I’m excited to start writing it. The only part I really have no clue about is a title for it, but practice makes perfect, and I’m sure by the end of the month I’ll get to a point where coming up with titles isn’t so hard for me.

Happy New Year everyone, and may the coming year be prosperous for all of you.

Amanda

Originally published at customerservant.com. You can comment here or there.

When I came back from Nashville, and posted my backdated posts, I wondered why there wasn’t any problem.
It turns out nothing’s posted to my LJ for quite some time.
I’m not sure what was missed, but head on over to see what’s up.

I and the people who sit on my row spent the last month coming up with this.
It’s all meant in good fun, so don’t anybody get offended.
I’m starting from Day Twelve, mainly to save myself some typing time.

On the twelfth Day of Critmus, my true thug gave to me,
12 bastard children,
11 breaths a-stankin’,
10 butts a-bumpin’,
9 niggas runnin’,
8 crack rocks poppin’ (none of us have a history with crack, so we weren’t sure about this one. No one corrected us when we recited it this morning, so we assume we’re good on this one).
7 sluts a-swingin’,
6 pipes a-smokin’,
5 shots of jinn,
4 gold teeth,
3 bags of weed,
2 diamond studs,
And a new Ja-Rool CD.

Oh yeah, and this one’s openly trackbackable.

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I just walked back to UM’s office.
No one was there.
John has monitoring and other supervisory tasks to do today.
We’ll see where things go, if they go anywhere at all.
I’ll enjoy the free lunch.
The company is bringing food in from Boss Hog, a barbecue restaurant in town.
Thank God they serve chicken.

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I’ve had all I can take of sitting around doing nothing.
I’ve spent this whole afternoon wishing it was all over.
It’s only 04:53 PM, and I have to stay here until 05:45.
I hate this place, and I hate the mess I’m in.

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I just came back from talking to the HR director.
I asked him if there are any other positions available in order to get out of this accessibility rut I’m in, and keep finding myself in.
He says there aren’t any in the local center, and that I can always apply for some other position in some other ConUs center, but that ConUs doesn’t relocate agents, so that would be my problem.
I’m supposed to talk to the upper management this afternoon.
Basically, I’m going to go back to the bigger management cubes, and then the upper manager here is going to call his boss, and we’re going to sit and talk about how the client doesn’t want to set up the mirror to the old interface, because that would cost too much money to maintain for two people, and we’ll be back at square one.
We’re going nowhere fast, and what worries me is that this will be used as an opportunity to tell me to have a nice day.
It’s definitely the path of least resistance, and right now I’m in the middle of a fight between two corporate whores who are more concerned about maximizing their profits, and could care less if one or two cube-dwellers get trampled underfoot because of something that was never their fault in the first place.
I’ve been yelling (figuratively) about this accessibility issue for the last three years, and it’s getting me nowhere, and looks like it may even signal the end of the line for me at this job.
Cary isn’t really helping matters.
He’s content to just follow the directives of his supervisor, take calls, then call the support team to do the work after clicking around awhile, and making the caller think he’s actually helping.
His justification is that they’ll monitor him eventually, see he’s screwing things up and then fire him, and then he’ll be out of the situation.
He’s taking it one day at a time, so that it doesn’t encroach on his sanity.
Whatever floats your boat.
Personally, I’m a fan of self-preservation.
I hate this job, but I can’t afford to lose it.
If I could afford it, I would have quit long ago.
So I’m interested in not only fixing the current crisis, but preventing future ones so that I can save myself future headaches.
I don’t think that’s too unreasonable.
I’d love to be able to just sit back, not worry about all this, and just wander aimlessly throughout life.
But in order to do that, I’d have to have no ambition, or even a desire to keep from slipping into the multitude of blind and visually impaired people who are unemployed.
As much as I hate my job, being unemployed is infinitely worse.
I detest having to rely on the charity of others, regardless of the level of sincerity.
It’s not that I wouldn’t be appreciative, and it’s not that I think people are incapable of giving wholeheartedly.
At this point in my life, I want to be able to provide for myself, without undue stress, and without having to worry about whether or not my livelihood is going to be jeopardized by some company’s pet technological abortion that lived.
Is that really too much to ask?

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I found out something about my blog today.
Everything’s all squeezed together!
But my screenreader says it’s fine!
I’ll have to fire that thing for lying.
Seriously though, I have to figure out how to fix it, because I want to play the trackback games that a lot of the other conservative bloggers are doing, because it’s just plain fun.
So hopefully, I can find some nice sighted person to help fix the design.
The site may be getting a huge overhaul soon.

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I need to be sitting here doing blog stuff about as much as I need another hole in my head.
However, I can’t sleep because I’m all stuffed up, and I’m drinking some orange juice to try to make myself feel better.
I’m also washing a load of laundry because I’m going to go to my mom’s for Thanksgiving and I found while packing that I need a few more things clean.
I’ve discovered an inline trackback plugin for WordPress and a Google adcents plugin for it as well, and I plan on installing those so I can test them out.
I’ll most likely finish this glass of juice though and head to bed.
I’ll also make a pot of coffee in the morning because I only have one soda left, and that’s for lunch.
I just started looking around at some of this blog stuff, and those who know me know how easy it is for me to get drawn into some technological persuit I have no business being in at that particular time.
But then, that’s when the funnest things strike: When you really need them not to.

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hannahsarah wonders;-{ why it seems that, whenever someone declines an offer of food, (either for him/herself or a child), and sites health reasons, it’s fine, while siting religious reasons creates problems.
I have to ask the same question.
Whe I converted to Judaism, I of course started to keep kosher to some degree, not eating pork, shellfish or any other treif animal.
Sometimes I still have to remind the family about it, and at one point my brother made a comment about my refusal to eat pork being prideful on my part.
To tell the truth it completely baffels me why dietary and other behavioral habits are such a problem for those who don’t practice them.
Nobody’s forcing it on any family member, and we’ll even go out of our way to bring our own food, or just eat the vegetables, or whatever it takes to avoid asking the family to cook extra.
But that’s almost as offensive.
It’s completely illogical, and it doesn’t make any sense on any level.

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Yesterday ended on a very sour note, but since it was already Shabbat by the time I left work, I couldn’t post about it.
My last call was from some guy who was mad because we didn’t use our “common sense” when it came to refilling his prescription.
His doctor didn’t write a day supply, only a set of directions on the script.
So we tried to get in contact with the doctor to verify how to proceed.
No response.
So we deleted the script, and sent it back to the member.
Well, apparently, we’re just supposed to know what the day supply is supposed to be by looking at the amount of pills prescribed.
Right.
Everyone knows what would happen if we started filling scripts like that.
We’d be sued by everybody who could manage it.
The guy asked for my name so he could sue me.
These people think they’re really going to get something done by suing someone at the very bottom of the food chain, lower than they are?
As far as we’re supposed to be concerned, they’re practically divine!
That’s evidenced by the fact that people who aren’t even citizens can order us around, with no fear of consequence.
Now before anyone takes this the wrong way, or happens to come across this and take the remarks out of context, I’m not advocating frivolous lawsuits against those higher up in the corporate world just because they are higher up in the corporate world.
I don’t bear a grudge based on one’s position or status in what has become the modern nobility.
However, suing the least of us isn’t going to get anything accomplished, really.
Bottom line, just because you screw up doesn’t mean I’m going to try to get the company to take the fall.

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