Boredom City

Well, I am here in my office wondering if the boredom will ever end. Honestly, I like my job, first of all the pay is good, second of all, I do what i like doing best, which is communicating. Yep, not just talking, and talking non-sense, but actually making sense out of everything. Here comes a call and you extend to offer help, "My name is Iris, how can I help you today?" and assume a sale, "Are you calling to order the... and will you be using a Visa or a Mastercard?" Of course, most calls end up in Customer Service or customers do not buy at all. so here comes your sales skills.

But, the heck? This is not what I wanted to write about today. That's just an intro. Since my shift today is like in the wee hours of the morning in the US, there are no calls. So practically, I just let my ass get bigger here and still get paid. So, crazy as I am, I rummaged through Google to get a hold of a really good, and I mean good German poem. I have been doing this for the past couple of days and along side with that, YM.
While I figured what the poem means, offline messages came in and well, really interesting ones got my attenshun! But I am at no liberty to share it with you. It’s between me and my humble green side. Then, my Sup tapped me and said, “No YM’s on the floor…” huhuhu…

Two things. I finally was able to find a way to amuse myself. And so now, I'm suffering in Boredom City again. Nevertheless, I'm accopanied with a really quixotic poem here... Oh...

That’s it.