Wow, so I fell off the planet for a bit there, didn’t I? I’m out of hiding now, though, and ready to get back to business. So, this is a weekly update, yeah? I guess I’d better treat it more like a monthly update since it’s been about a month since I last wrote.
Okay, let’s see. Still working at the call center. Still not my favorite thing. Still with my boyfriend. Still my absolute favorite thing. In fact, these are the two things I’ve been spending all of my time on. Picking up overtime at work and spending the rest of my free time with Mr. English whenever possible. Oh, by the way, I decided the boyfriend’s nickname on the blog is going to be Mr. English.
On the topic of work, I’ve been skilled in web and member services for the past few weeks except for these last couple of days, where they’ve had me skilled in strictly member services. I gotta say, I’m not a fan of member services. 80% of the calls are people telling me that I can’t do my job (PROTIP: I can) or that I’m the reason they’re going to die because I “won’t” give them whatever medication (PROTIP: I’m not the reason you’re not getting your meds. The reason you’re not getting your meds is because you don’t order on time or don’t pay your bills, thanks very much). I haven’t yet mastered the art of not taking things personally. I mean, yeah, I give zero fucks about half the things these people are calling in about, but as soon as they turn the call into a personal attack, my first instinct is to take off my headset and just walk off that call floor. My second instinct is to simply feign not being able to hear them and telling them to call back before disconnecting.
Of course, being the good little employee that I am, I do neither of those things. But my issues with how not being face to face with someone makes people feel safe in dehumanizing the other party and this whole bullshit “the customer is always right” mentality will be addressed in another post (or three).
And now to the topic of my boyfriend. Mr. English. What a fucking sweetheart he is! I can’t get over how lucky I got with him. He’s put up with some of my crazy these past couple of weeks and I can’t thank him enough for being there for me. I bet he thinks he didn’t really do anything, but he’s so good, he helped me without realizing he was helping me.
I’ve been off of my antidepressants for nearly two months before I was finally able to see a doctor and have them adjusted/the prescription renewed. I was starting to feel the physical issues that came along with my depression. Aching all over, lack of appetite, insomnia, and dissociation. And the mental issues that came along with my depression also showed up for the fun. Having Mr. English just text me out of the blue or would leave little notes in my locker at work or sometimes he buys me Mt. Dew and will place it on my desk at work and kiss the top of my head and even if I’m in the middle of a call, that kind of cheesy romantic shit made the beginnings of depression bearable. And I count on him now more than ever because I’m now on an entirely new antidepressants and I know I can’t always tell when I’m acting off where as he can.
Well holy fuck, this post took forever to type. I still have other things I need to get done tonight, like plan out more blog posts. Or watch documentaries on Netflix. Which is of course what I’m going to be doing, like a responsible blogger.
I really do plan on posting more than once a month, though. Remember those New Years Resolutions I went on and on and on about? I do plan on at least trying to stick to those. Key word being trying. But still. Until next time, dear readers.