Rangy Manatee

At training today for my call centre I think I did a faux pas. Please though, bear in mind that we have a particularly quiet group. We have all been trained into submission, and generally keep quiet. I can count the number of times on one hand when, during my shift, I get to laugh. Anyway, when being told about 'telephone behaviours', number four was 'Be Creative and Innovative'. Well fuck me. How does one do this exactly? I couldn't help it, I laughed out loud.

Well, it didn't go down very well. I looked around at my peers in that desperately embarrassed way with a grim smile on my face wanting some kind of acknowledgement from at least one of these miserable fuckers. All I got back was the facial visual equivalent of a bunny rabbit jumping into a hole. As it turned out no one else found it quite as bitterly amusing as I did.

Now my working day is dull. It's boring. We work at a snail's pace. In fact, that snail, if you were to stand on it, and then remove it's shell, and then demoralise it, and then stub its toe. That snail, it'd win the race.

And what really annoys me is that on every website page and computer training program there are so many spelling errors, grammatical mistakes and punctuation ommissions. So in a day where it's been good if I've only been driven to draw one picture and a bad day where I've done ten, the little things tend to make want to - I don't know - spit blood. But again, when I mentioned my vague annoyance at the grammar cock-ups, the crimes against the English language (yes I know I'm a prick) surprisingly no one else seemed to care. Because they hadn't noticed. And why would they?