Monday Monday

la la , la lala, I was able to do some morning pages, which made me quite happy. Was running late for work. Due to a resume I posted on regional help wanted .com, expiring in 30 days. Instead of just dealing with it after work, I decided to mess around with it. I needed to find the swipe card, I usually use for the security door. I looked in a pair of pants, that I thought were the one's I had on last night. Turns out they were, but I didn't think they were, so I was kinda in a panic, I went back in and they were, so it kinda freked me, becasue I felt like I was hallucinating. Post-traumatic stress?? anyways. I got to work at like 8:01 I punched in. The day was very frustrating. As a debt collector, one needs to be on the phone with people, in order to make money. My day consisted of mostly, inbound non-sense, although I can be quite the effective customer service rep. There is a lot of pressure on the floor, to make money, so after wrong #s and inbound stuff. I got really frustrated. SO then I get back from lunch, and the annoying rep infront of me, takes a large payment, that I spoke to a guy yesterday about doing a settlement. I kinda figured seeing as I talked to him, yesterday, that the payment should somehow be mine. So then I get another inbound, a lady that I spoke to earlier about a fax, the annoying rep in front of me is being loud. I tell him he's starting to be annoying. He says, "you snooze you lose." I start losing it. My supervisor says, you're not listening to me, and it sparked this trigger in me. So like she says"don't argue with me on the floor.' I get up and go outside, and push the door open a little. rough. I say"then let's argue out here then!" I cooled off a little, came back in and then came ..."The talk" inside the conference room. 2 against one, but I held my ground firmly. Too much fucking stress for one guy. So now I'm home and have little energy, I fugured a blog might be in order. Gotta go do the laundry, I didn't feel like doing yesterday...fun..

weird shit

I've been on and off interested in cults since like 2000 or so. Upon reading an article in The Metroland today, I started thinking the band I've been with since last year, is a cult. If you go to the recent upgrade of the web site, it says .."your guide to enlightenment." The guy constantly tries to put me down. The drummer has already quit, after being a loyal follower. I'm leaving because they don't seem to want to succeed, in the mainstream. I don't even want to finish out the rest of the shows..It's creepy. Due to my background, I'm prone to finding these types of situations. I just want a new life, I want to start over again.
Also , I'm watching Nascar. I never do. I've watched about 3 races in 10 years. Damn..I don't feel like doing my laundry today. I'm really depressed. I tried some mild exercise. I guess it helped.