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[channonyarrow]

I know the job is hardly rewarding, but I make an effort to be polite to telephone representatives, and I always like calling my bank because they TALK to me and they sound like they're having a good time, and we have a nice conversation - I'd really like it if Ticketmaster didn't have employees that sounded like gassed zombies that I have to repeat things to three times because their script doesn't say "Listen to customer" yet.

Also, being wished to have a good day in a very rushed, fainting sort of way makes me want to kill people.

On the bright side, I now have a ticket for Projekt Revolution for the venue actually in the state of Washington, which is an improvement over the venue I originally had, which was in California.

Fie on you, webmaster of mychemicalromance.com, for not being able to put in the right fucking link. What else is your fucking job, if not getting that right?

It sort of weirds me out that I'm going to a concert with my nephew (unless graeae goes, in which case I'm going with my best friend and my nephew!) but that's how my family rolls. It's not as though he's ten.

I realise that it sort of indicates my willingness to do things like shriek "FIFTY DOLLARS FOR A PURSE???" at stores, and potentially indicates that I am both brain-dead and cheap, but really - when a twenty-five dollar ticket winds up being an over-forty-dollar ticket, I do not find this convenient. And no, I don't care that there are people out there right now who are wishing that they had a thousand dollars to drop on a Poiret-styled purse. I don't want to spend more than about twenty bucks on a purse unless it also starts my car on cold mornings.

If it were a Poiret purse, of course, all bets would be off, but then it would have actual value, by virtue of being vintage, that is not the same as having value because of the brand. Well, okay, it's exactly the same thing, with the added value of age, but also, Poiret was awesome, and we should all be just like him, which is "like Galliano, with more oriental influence, and less crack, and probably more feathers."

ETA: Wow, I am going to be totally lucky to get through this concert without running backstage with a pair of pruning shears and scalping the lead singer for Taking Back Sunday. NOT FOND OF EMOBOY HAIRCUTS.

On the plus side, I can stop by MCR's bus and bait the rockstar trap.

On the intriguing side, they have a day off in Seattle on the 24th. INTRIGUING. Do I go to The End's beach house to stalk them or wait at work for them to come to me? I'm certainly FedExing them enough Tenth Edition crap that they should consider it.

DECISIONS. Meanwhile, I must go sharpen my pruners.

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[koemiko.livejournal.com]

Also, being wished to have a good day in a very rushed, fainting sort of way makes me want to kill people.

Heh. Depends upon the job, I think... some people hate it but are only doing it to just get by, so it's hard to muster some enthusiasm. Other times, if you're really beat, it's difficult to maintain cheerfulness. Then add in the fact that some companies REQUIRE you to say that...

WRONG ("what you want to say"): "*sigh* I've been working for eleven hours so far and I've slept three hours in the last thirty-six... my manager rides my ass for the sake of looking good and feeling important, when I've been here longer than s/he has, not to mention my coworker keeps backstabbing me..."

RIGHT ("the bossman will be angry if I don't say it"): "Thankyouhaveagoodday."

I don't want to spend more than about twenty bucks on a purse unless it also starts my car on cold mornings.

That... would be AWESOME.

On the plus side, I can stop by MCR's bus and bait the rockstar trap.

... what?!

[channonyarrow.livejournal.com]

I guess what I want is for companies to provide the sort of working environment that will keep people at least as happy as is plausible to expect at work. Like I say, I call my bank ALL THE TIME, part of it just so we can TALK. And I do try to be super polite - a, you get more from people if you tell them up front that you're going to make them crazy with what you want (because you won't, actually, they've seen worse, but they now think that YOU think that you are a pain in the ass, and they give you leeway) and b, it's got to be a boring-as-fuck job, talking on the phone all day long. So being polite gets results, and I generally have FANTASTIC luck on the phone.

If I don't, of course, I can also try cruel - I once was within a whisker of getting two months' rent charged back to me AND made the person on the phone cry, over a mistake that wasn't anyone's fault, but I really didn't have the rent money they hadn't charged me. I mean, just so no one thinks that I should simply phone in my blog.

So I'm totally aware that the ticketmaster flunky probably hates her job, but STILL. I was being polite, I was being nice, I was giving her warnings of things that were difficult, but she acted very much like I was any old asshat who was yelling at her about their tickets, and the closing spiel was so rushed that it was ludicrous. But I also hate shopping at Safeway because I hate their "personalised" greetings - when you can't pronounce my last-fucking-name, using it DOES NOT make me feel like we know each other. I'd rather have an interaction based on friendly but impersonal service than the attempts to "make me feel important" because the thing that the managers and the focus groups don't seem to have figured out is that hearing the spiel delivered in a perky, chipper voice by the person hired to present the spiel is not the same as hearing it delivered by the person who now has to make the spot call whether the a's in my name are long or short and whether is Mah-RAH-betta or MARE-a-betta or any of about a dozen variations. I don't feel important with this shit, I feel like what you say - the manager feels important. I'm FINE with "Thanks for calling, have a nice day," rather than the ten-line "your call is important to us, thank you for calling Ticketmaster, let us know...blahblahblahdyfuckingblah." I also support improvisational closings, rather than scripted ones. I know you have to get the right information in the right order, but the closing should be freeform.

As long as it's not "FUCK YOUR PUNK ASS WITH A CHAINSAW, BITCH," but even then, that could be situational. After the person says "I'M NEVER USING YOUR SERVICE AGAIN!", perhaps.

Which part? The rockstar trap is ten pounds of coke and thirty feet of chain, MCR is on Projekt Revolution (you didn't think I was going for some OTHER reason, did you?) and I'm already going to be back there scalping Taking Back Sunday, so WHY NOT? *g*

But it is a totally false rumour that I keep musicians in cages. If I DID, I'd have a lot of cages in my relatively small apartment by now. It's too much work.

[drui-en.livejournal.com]

...too much work, and they get whiny after a while. ;)

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[channonyarrow.livejournal.com]

Sent!

It's the whining and the part where I have to fed them and all, really.

[koemiko.livejournal.com]

Ahhh. That clarifies your situation better, and I see what you're saying.

And the second part? After having it explained to me I laughed. I would also like to add that I would find the idea of keeping musicians in cages incredibly awesome.

[channonyarrow.livejournal.com]

What worries me is that everyone I work with expects that I have a rockstar trap, with rockstars in it. Seriously, my boss told me that he could get me the chain and probably the coke if I wanted to trap MCR when they came here. This scares me! Also, the art director has informed me in no uncertain terms that I am not allowed to keep The Surgeons in cages, as they are minors.

But on the other hand, it's funny.

[koemiko.livejournal.com]

... okay, now it's even funnier! Especially since I could see you doing it.

When you catch MCR, take lots and lots of pics.

[channonyarrow.livejournal.com]

And incriminate myself? NEVER! *g*