Welcome Back to the Suck

I had a rude awakening...

It seems, time and again I've been reminded, that good things don't last forever.

Here I am, a happy worker. My job, which is answering stupid text questions from stupid Americans, is going pretty smoothly, with me getting a fat wad of cash for it. I live a normal day schedule, and it works so well that I decided that this is the perfect time to be a working student.

I felt so good about things that I kept on buying genuine video games, spending cash on really tasty food, hanging out with my workmates, and being so happy that I felt like I already reached nirvana. So good, in fact, that now I plan to fully upgrade my PC (aka the one I'm typing my post in right now), and finally take the first step in finishing my education with a course that I was born for.

Unfortunately, there's the so-called Global Financial Crisis. Companies closing, people losing jobs, sales at an all-time low, and commodity prices soaring to near-feverish levels, figuratively speaking.

Of course, to me, that translates to "I will give the company no reason at all to relieve me of my duties. After all, my job is so piss easy, I'll earn a fortune while maintaining an efficient winning streak."

And that's me when I turn on the 'Overconfident Jerk' switch in my head.

I was in my high school, requesting for a Form 137 and getting my yearbook, when my workmates texted me that we're gonna go back to Directory Assistance. At first, the words seem like hieroglyphs, but when I got on the bus home and texted them, including my boss, for details, it soon became all too clear.

We're going back to the very reason we left. I mean, the reason why I switched to the SMS account is because the job back at DA is so damn tiring, the night shift is taking a toll on my fragile health, and I'm avoiding certain... people... who changed my life.

And now, they're all coming back.

And it seems ironic that, despite our team ranking #1 in the QA standings, enough for us to throw a pizza party, we, the tenured CSRs who have been in the company for several months, a year, hell, even 3 years, get the boot.

What's even worse is the horrifying prospect that my team will get split into a hodgepodge of different schedules. If that happens, I'll miss my team a lot, but I'll never, ever, forget the things we all shared, good or bad.

Hey, it could have been worse. It's better to get booted back to a harder job and get lesser pay, than get laid off and live without a job.

Unfortunately, right now, I have no choice but to accept the reality of my situation, and say these words once again: "City and state, please?"

Like what Cpl. Troy said in Jarhead, "Welcome [back] to the Suck."

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll just replay the music that reminded me of a terrible and painful time, because... well, it's Valentines, right? I just felt like it.