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brinshannaraMy nominal and operational definitions suck, but I have a PRETTY flow chart to demonstrate how my TEN variables interrelate. And it's all been printed for about half an hour now.
Thanks to you all for your reasons for lying, etc, etc, because it showed me I wasn't really missing anything that I couldn't categorize in the variables I'd already mentioned.
The fact that it's now done means that I must go make more tea and work on my lit review until I drop of exhaustion, only to rest for a couple of hours, then wake up again and work on it 'till 6pm when I leave for class.
<looks at clock> That means I have 14.5 hours or so to finish the lit review and sleep for maybe four hours.
No problem.
(Hahaha, denial is so fun!)
Also, work stuff!
The day at work started out AWESOMELY. I walked into the pre-shift meeting and my supervisor informed me that, due to my excellent work last Sunday, I had been awarded One Ipsos Dollar. Basically, I was eligible to get one of a couple different models of pens, a keychain, a couple different squishy toys (stress balls), or I could choose to save it. They have prizes for one, two, three, four and five dollars, so I chose to save it to see if I ever get another one EVER. ;)
As newbies, we're told to aim for a score of -10 or so (which is a score of how well we do compared to others working on the same project, and anything that's negative is below average. Average is represented by 0.). My score today (representing this whole month) was 45.something. I think I'm kicking some ass, and I should be out of training as soon as they listen to a call in which I actually probe for more answers properly.
And I even got four or five completes on this insanely hard survey (that I've been working on since Sunday) in just 4 hours of actual work. I rule.
Of course, after having witnessed this one guy from my training group be screamed at with all kinds of obscenities on Sunday, I was wondering when it would happen to me. It didn't happen tonight. Not quite.
Me: "Hi, is Marcelline [last name] there, please?"
Man with thick Southern accent: "You wanna speak to Marcy?"
Me: "Yes, please. Is she available?"
Man: "Do you have sex with people?"
Me: "... pardon me?"
Man: "Do you have SEX with people? You know. SEX. Of course you do, you have a GREAT voice."
Me, getting more freaked out: "Sir, may I please speak with Marcelline [last name]? Is she or is she not available."
Man: "Sure thing." <switches to a high-pitched voice> "I'm Marcy! What do y'all want?" (Insert more lewd remarks about sex that I seem to have forgotten.)
Me: "All right sir, if she's not available that's fine." <marks number as a household refusal and hangs up>
I swear to God, and no offense to those Americans and those men I actually know to be decent human beings, but AMERICAN MEN ARE SO MEAN TO ME when I call them up. I've been yelled at ("I'm on the DO NOT CALL LIST, so RESPECT THAT." -- the do not call list only applies to telemarketers, not research companies. We all have our own DNC lists, though, so if you want off the list, JUST SAY SO.), I've been hung up on before I've said three words, I've been condescended to and now I've been sexually harassed.
American women? Much nicer. They sound irritated sometimes, but they're rarely MEAN, and have not yet yelled at me.
Canadians? OMGILOVEMYCOUNTRYMEN. They actually listen to my intro then say "No thanks" or "Non, merci" and don't hang up on me.
Also, if I weren't gay, a couple more calls to assholes like that guy tonight would have entirely turned me gay. Ugh. :P I think it was South Carolina or Alabama. I hate calling there. :P
Off to make tea to bolster me though the next four hours or so.
Thanks to you all for your reasons for lying, etc, etc, because it showed me I wasn't really missing anything that I couldn't categorize in the variables I'd already mentioned.
The fact that it's now done means that I must go make more tea and work on my lit review until I drop of exhaustion, only to rest for a couple of hours, then wake up again and work on it 'till 6pm when I leave for class.
<looks at clock> That means I have 14.5 hours or so to finish the lit review and sleep for maybe four hours.
No problem.
(Hahaha, denial is so fun!)
Also, work stuff!
The day at work started out AWESOMELY. I walked into the pre-shift meeting and my supervisor informed me that, due to my excellent work last Sunday, I had been awarded One Ipsos Dollar. Basically, I was eligible to get one of a couple different models of pens, a keychain, a couple different squishy toys (stress balls), or I could choose to save it. They have prizes for one, two, three, four and five dollars, so I chose to save it to see if I ever get another one EVER. ;)
As newbies, we're told to aim for a score of -10 or so (which is a score of how well we do compared to others working on the same project, and anything that's negative is below average. Average is represented by 0.). My score today (representing this whole month) was 45.something. I think I'm kicking some ass, and I should be out of training as soon as they listen to a call in which I actually probe for more answers properly.
And I even got four or five completes on this insanely hard survey (that I've been working on since Sunday) in just 4 hours of actual work. I rule.
Of course, after having witnessed this one guy from my training group be screamed at with all kinds of obscenities on Sunday, I was wondering when it would happen to me. It didn't happen tonight. Not quite.
Me: "Hi, is Marcelline [last name] there, please?"
Man with thick Southern accent: "You wanna speak to Marcy?"
Me: "Yes, please. Is she available?"
Man: "Do you have sex with people?"
Me: "... pardon me?"
Man: "Do you have SEX with people? You know. SEX. Of course you do, you have a GREAT voice."
Me, getting more freaked out: "Sir, may I please speak with Marcelline [last name]? Is she or is she not available."
Man: "Sure thing." <switches to a high-pitched voice> "I'm Marcy! What do y'all want?" (Insert more lewd remarks about sex that I seem to have forgotten.)
Me: "All right sir, if she's not available that's fine." <marks number as a household refusal and hangs up>
I swear to God, and no offense to those Americans and those men I actually know to be decent human beings, but AMERICAN MEN ARE SO MEAN TO ME when I call them up. I've been yelled at ("I'm on the DO NOT CALL LIST, so RESPECT THAT." -- the do not call list only applies to telemarketers, not research companies. We all have our own DNC lists, though, so if you want off the list, JUST SAY SO.), I've been hung up on before I've said three words, I've been condescended to and now I've been sexually harassed.
American women? Much nicer. They sound irritated sometimes, but they're rarely MEAN, and have not yet yelled at me.
Canadians? OMGILOVEMYCOUNTRYMEN. They actually listen to my intro then say "No thanks" or "Non, merci" and don't hang up on me.
Also, if I weren't gay, a couple more calls to assholes like that guy tonight would have entirely turned me gay. Ugh. :P I think it was South Carolina or Alabama. I hate calling there. :P
Off to make tea to bolster me though the next four hours or so.
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Date: 2005-06-16 02:18 pm (UTC)I've idly wondered what I would do if you happened to call my house. :)
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Date: 2005-06-17 12:45 am (UTC)Do you use your real name when you call? I worked for a short time years ago doing the same sort of thing and I used to switch it up all the time. Almost every call I'd use a different name, just for fun or to keep myself from being bored.