I am working today. It's Sunday. Most of the people on the streetcar this morning (REALLY goddamned early in the morning)were old ladies and well dressed european men on their way to church. It was certainly a different crowd than the one during the week in the afternoon. There is a decided lack of crack users on the Sunday streetcar along Queen Street at 6am. Maybe they're at church, too. Although, driving through Parkdale, I did see two guys try and light up as the streetcar passed. I'm not saying they were crack users, but it's pretty obvious what two guys in hoodies hanging out in a doorway, shakily passing back and forth a glass pipe are up to. I'm just saying.
Anyway, this is not my regular shift. I prefer late afternoon to night. This 7 am until 3pm shit is like being on acid. I have no idea what day it is and although I should be tired at this hour, I couldn't sleep even if I wanted to. Or it's not right to sleep on the job. Or something.
The vibe here on a Sunday is more than relaxed. When you are doing absolutely nothing but reading and surfing the internet the calls that come in really feel like they are interrupting you. How dare they have a personal crisis at 7 am on a Sunday? Don't they know I have newspapers to read and emails to send? Shouldn't you be at church? THAT'S your problem. Go to church. Ask God to care, I'm busy. (See? Mornings don't agree with me...)
I didn't work Friday. I got this shift at this ridiculous hour because I traded shifts with someone who had a Jewish holiday thingy. I thought it would be good for the karma, even though I avoid morning like it was an infectious disease. Fine and dandy, except, I was supposed to be here yesterday. I fucked up the dates and they were sans bilingual coverage on the phones yesterday. OOps. So I show up this morning ready to reap the benefits of a little good karmasation, ready to work, full of piss and vinegar...only to come in and read several emails of people panicking yesterday because there is one bilingual person and french people are waitng for over 20 minutes on hold. Double oops.
Anyway I'm here now and apparently another bilingual called in sick so I am actually here, by chance, to help this poor dude who worked all night and was going to stay until 3pm. Trooper. So he got to go home. And I'm here. Yep. Here.
It was just suggested to me by one of my co-workers that I get another chair for my feet so I can kick back and have a nap. THAT'S how busy it is. My kinda paycheque. Now if only we could smoke in here...
Might...fall...asleep
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