As if my headache was not bad enough, the team of supervisers at work today are all wearing black pants, white shirts, black ties, black sunglasses and black hats, walking up and down the ailes of cubicles in the call center clapping and grinning, cheering about “customer service.” The CEO of the company is here today and we
are forced to wear cheesy necklaces with an image of him waving a giant foam finger with a quote (“If you
don’t love customers, you shouldn’t be in this game!”).
Even as I write this, they are cheering in the distance as though this were a football game.
I really hate this job.
Vodka and lowbrow are the only things that get me through my days.