OT - Work

Singh wrote:

Well, I have a job. It's that one with the law firm that does
collections, that "It's um like skip tracing" one. I start tomorrow

Yay!! Congratulations!

I can understand you feeling worried after what you've just been
through, but the chances of this place being the hellhole your prior
job was are pretty slim. I'm really glad to hear you won't have to
do collections - ugh! Or selling - more ugh!! Leaving messages doesn't
sound too bad, and since you'll be making the calls, you can prepare
for them ahead of time.

Good luck, I hope you enjoy it! Or at least, make enough to pay your
bills.

Joyce

Singh wrote:
Well, I have a job. It's that one with the law firm that does
collections, that "It's um like skip tracing" one. I start tomorrow, and
I'm full of more trepidation than excitement. Praying fervently that
this won't be another cesspool like that bank job. There'll be phones
involved, but at least I can control them; doing outbound stuff leaving
messages for the lawyers. I was told 72 times that there would be no
selling, collecting, or other similar obnoxiousness involved, just
playing messenger and hoping to God someone does not shoot me like in
some trashy Western they show late at night on independent channels
because even infomerials don't want the airtime. It's late; what the
devil am I saying? I wish I were younger and had more excitement about
this. Now I'm going in with a jaded eye I shouldn't have, and too damn
much worry. Someone please tell me I have nothing to worry about! Tell
me I'm competent; tell me I'm under 40, for Godsake!

There. This concludes my crazy talk for today. Tomorrow's crazy talk
will start at noon, when I punch it at this law firm. Maybe I'll do some
good in the world and rope in a few deadbeat parents or something.

Blessed be,
Baha

Baha, you're young, you're competent, and you're gutsy enough to handle
anything. For gosh sakes, you're a New Yorker! Now, go get 'em! And
post an update about your first day at work. BEST of luck to you. You
deserve it.
Sherry

Singh wrote:
Well, I have a job. It's that one with the law firm that does
collections, that "It's um like skip tracing" one. I start tomorrow, and
I'm full of more trepidation than excitement. Praying fervently that
this won't be another cesspool like that bank job. There'll be phones
involved, but at least I can control them; doing outbound stuff leaving
messages for the lawyers. I was told 72 times that there would be no
selling, collecting, or other similar obnoxiousness involved, just
playing messenger and hoping to God someone does not shoot me like in
some trashy Western they show late at night on independent channels
because even infomerials don't want the airtime. It's late; what the
devil am I saying? I wish I were younger and had more excitement about
this. Now I'm going in with a jaded eye I shouldn't have, and too damn
much worry. Someone please tell me I have nothing to worry about! Tell
me I'm competent; tell me I'm under 40, for Godsake!

There. This concludes my crazy talk for today. Tomorrow's crazy talk
will start at noon, when I punch it at this law firm. Maybe I'll do some
good in the world and rope in a few deadbeat parents or something.

Blessed be,
Baha

Purrs Baha for contentment in your new job.

You CAN do it, repeat after me, you can do it!!!

Lois

Singh wrote:
There. This concludes my crazy talk for today. Tomorrow's crazy talk
will start at noon, when I punch it at this law firm. Maybe I'll do some
good in the world and rope in a few deadbeat parents or something.

That's what I was hoping too. Good luck tomorrow. Can't start
worrying yet you know, since all jobs have a honeymoon period.

Singh wrote:

There. This concludes my crazy talk for today. Tomorrow's crazy talk
will start at noon, when I punch it at this law firm. Maybe I'll do some
good in the world and rope in a few deadbeat parents or something.

Best of luck with the new job, Baha! We will be purring for you to
discover it is, in fact, interesting and challenging and everything nice.

--
Marina, Miranda and Caliban. In loving memory of Frank and Nikki.
Stories and pics at http://koti.welho.com/mkurten/
Pics at http://uk.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/frankiennikki/
and http://community.webshots.com/user/frankiennikki

Well, I have a job. It's that one with the law firm that does
collections, that "It's um like skip tracing" one. I start tomorrow, and
I'm full of more trepidation than excitement. Praying fervently that
this won't be another cesspool like that bank job. There'll be phones
involved, but at least I can control them; doing outbound stuff leaving
messages for the lawyers. I was told 72 times that there would be no
selling, collecting, or other similar obnoxiousness involved, just
playing messenger and hoping to God someone does not shoot me like in
some trashy Western they show late at night on independent channels
because even infomerials don't want the airtime. It's late; what the
devil am I saying? I wish I were younger and had more excitement about
this. Now I'm going in with a jaded eye I shouldn't have, and too damn
much worry. Someone please tell me I have nothing to worry about! Tell
me I'm competent; tell me I'm under 40, for Godsake!

There. This concludes my crazy talk for today. Tomorrow's crazy talk
will start at noon, when I punch it at this law firm. Maybe I'll do some
good in the world and rope in a few deadbeat parents or something.

Blessed be,
Baha

Singh wrote:
Well, I have a job.

Congratulations! I'm sure it will all work out for you- let us know how
the first day went!

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs

Singh wrote:
Well, I have a job. It's that one with the law firm that does
collections, that "It's um like skip tracing" one. I start tomorrow,
and I'm full of more trepidation than excitement. Praying fervently
that this won't be another cesspool like that bank job. There'll be
phones involved, but at least I can control them; doing outbound
stuff leaving messages for the lawyers. I was told 72 times that
there would be no selling, collecting, or other similar obnoxiousness
involved, just playing messenger and hoping to God someone does not
shoot me like in some trashy Western they show late at night on
independent channels because even infomerials don't want the airtime.
It's late; what the devil am I saying? I wish I were younger and had
more excitement about this. Now I'm going in with a jaded eye I
shouldn't have, and too damn much worry. Someone please tell me I
have nothing to worry about! Tell me I'm competent; tell me I'm under
40, for Godsake!

There. This concludes my crazy talk for today. Tomorrow's crazy talk
will start at noon, when I punch it at this law firm. Maybe I'll do
some good in the world and rope in a few deadbeat parents or
something.

Blessed be,
Baha

Congratulations! I hope the job works out for you.
--
Adrian (Owned by Snoopy and Bagheera)
Cats leave pawprints on your heart.
http://community.webshots.com/user/clowderuk

Lots and lots of purrs and best wishes for everything to go really well
for you,
Polonca and Soncek

Singh wrote:
Well, I have a job. It's that one with the law firm that does
collections, that "It's um like skip tracing" one. I start tomorrow, and
I'm full of more trepidation than excitement. snip

Singh wrote:
Well, I have a job. It's that one with the law firm that does
collections, that "It's um like skip tracing" one. I start tomorrow, and
I'm full of more trepidation than excitement. Praying fervently that
this won't be another cesspool like that bank job. There'll be phones
involved, but at least I can control them; doing outbound stuff leaving
messages for the lawyers. I was told 72 times that there would be no
selling, collecting, or other similar obnoxiousness involved, just
playing messenger and hoping to God someone does not shoot me like in
some trashy Western they show late at night on independent channels
because even infomerials don't want the airtime. It's late; what the
devil am I saying? I wish I were younger and had more excitement about
this. Now I'm going in with a jaded eye I shouldn't have, and too damn
much worry. Someone please tell me I have nothing to worry about! Tell
me I'm competent; tell me I'm under 40, for Godsake!

There. This concludes my crazy talk for today. Tomorrow's crazy talk
will start at noon, when I punch it at this law firm. Maybe I'll do some
good in the world and rope in a few deadbeat parents or something.

Blessed be,
Baha

Purrs that the new job works out well for you.

--
Sam, closely supervised by Mistletoe