It's been quite a month. As I mentioned, I have been working at an Internet Service Provider. I have been doing the work of three people and getting paid minimum wage... that is, until tomorrow. Tomorrow, I am quitting. I am quitting because: 1) I did everything I was asked to do in a quick, efficient manner, and the thanks I got was that they cut my hours in half; 2) I was being physically assaulted; 3) I was being sexually harrassed; 4) I was doing the work of three people. There's one other reason: I was tired of being verbally assaulted over the phone and via e-mail by customers who: a) thought I was lying to them when there Internet service was shut off for non-payment; b) threatened me physical harm (that happened twice); c) cussed me out over the phone. (Also, that my co-workers and supervisors merely laughed this kind of thing off made me angry.)
In brighter news, I passed two math tests, and now, I will be free to finish up my school work this week and have the rest of the summer at my leisure.
We are on the hunt for another drummer. I contacted this drummer from Delaware who says he wants to move back to his hometown (which is here in the Inland Northwest) and he wants to have a band waiting for him when he gets here. Well, that's fine and dandy, but, after getting our CD, he has only called once, and, during that phone call, he asked me for $800 to get him home after he "checked out the band and played with us for two or three days." Well, quite frankly, I can't afford that. He said that he could get up here on his money, so I wonder why he can't just fly up here on his money and we could borrow a drum kit from someone so he could audition. I'm wondering if he's not snowing the hell out of us.
Someone shot a hole in my office window. Luckily, I had left the room, or the bullet would have hit me. It happened on a Tuesday morning. I was printing something out in the office and left the room to get something and when I came back, there was glass all over my printer and a hole in the window. My mom thinks it came from the balcony over the fence from our backyard. That's the landlord's son's house. He owns the house. It must have been someone else, huh? Well, I asked Kenneth to call the police because I was on my way to work, but he didn't, saying that the cops wouldn't do anything. Well, I called them to file a report, but they never called back and they didn't come to the house. Grr. I guess that's it for now.
