Thursday, April 21, 2005

Yadda-yada-yad

And so after 19 months of being with the same company I've an interview from another company. Nothing new. The same questions over and over. Putting one's best foot forward has always been easy for me, I was born to gloat. Haha! Not really, but nothing new as I've said. After going through fifty thousand interviews, I just don't even think about it.

I did well I think. The position I've been applying for was already closed. The person who interviewed me was actually trying hard to convince me to apply instead as their Claims Analyst. Someone who addresses all claims by customers, read: escalation desk. I think she liked it that I was once Helpdesk and Batch support from my previous account. Her eyes glowed after asking me to describe my previous posts. I think I know what she's thinking, "Bingo! She handles escalations. She handles irate callers. She can do this..."

But I've gotta be honest. I did say it was not my priority to take escalated calls. Man, I've heard enough cussing and my ears can't take more shouting. I remember back in batch, I developed an ear infection, could it be because my ear was always bombarded with insults every single day? If so, no, I refuse to put myself in that position ever again. I enjoyed my 4 month stint as a batch agent, but that's because I'm among friends. Though she made me think I'm being considered for the post I wanted. Said she'll call me next week 'cause she'll have to see if the post can be reopened. Goodluck! Then again, I'm in no hurry, sabi ko nga kay Lhen, I'm only checking the opportunities but I'm in no hurry.

The plans that my Uncle asked me to do, I was able to finish in an hour. Wow. Without the use of anything other than a triangle, a mechanical pencil (just can't find my clutch pen, ugh!) and a piece of paper. Grand plans start with simple beginnings. Heehee~

I'm hungry. It's only 4:40 PM but the last thing I ate was my breakfast. Huhuhu! My partner is out and I don't have anything to eat here. I should've bought something downstairs when I went down to give the plans to my Uncle. Now, I'm dying.

I feel fat. That's it.


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