Name:     Anhkharu
IP:       32.101.18.235
Subject:  I Hate Telemarketers so I am a self loather
Email:    Anhkharu@netscape.net
Website:  http://
Article:
Welcome to the dark side Liz, you finally have sunken to the level of wanting to be a
telemarketer. I can definitely say though that most telemarketing places have stricter dress
codes than Walmart, hell I'm not even allowed to wear my spiked collar up at work, in fact I was
the reason they started enforcing that rule, woohoo! I are a trend setter. And I can perfectly
understand about some work situations putting you in tears, I was about to tear ass on this one
old lady that took like 30 god damn minutes of my time and then come to find out she had already
filed a claim which she had said she didn't at first then half way through she started giving me
her claim number. And I can relate to the roommates who don't work bit, the one I share a room
with is an inconsiderate little cocksucker who always comes in when I'm sleeping and tries to
talk to me, he also pissed us other 3 occupants of the apt off when he started playing some dumb
fuckin country song during our viewing of Smackdown which we watch on a nearly religious basis,
post script we also bought the game for Playstation and had a nearly 24 hour match from last
night to today, and who ever said anyone needed any form of punctuation. Anyway hope you find a
place that will allow your piercings then you can tell everyone to fuck off, and roommates will
eventually move out if you give them enough shit, and another bit of personal rage against my
roommate, he wanted me to move my computer out into the living room I didn't budge on the issue
and I am glad I didn't because it has caused more late night humor for me than anything,
apparebtly after 6 months he still hasn't gotten the fucking idea that its there and smacks into
it every time he comes out of the bathroom at night one night I may leave the microphone on and
record it that way I can share my humor with the rest of you. Damn that was a bit of long ass
runons and semi-complete thoughts. So anyway good luck Liz
Silent Matt the tubby bitch emo-goth--- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- ---
                    Replying to Original Article:Article:
yes, definately big wet kisses to Kenny for having this page.  I'm trying rather unsuccessfully
to learn html (set back in part by school computers that are fucking retarded) and am beginning
to see the amount of work that can go into something like this.  That said, I'm going to rant
now; I figure I have every right in the world to with all the crap I'm dealing to.
Today, I get to work and the first thing anyone says to me is that as of Monday, cashiers at Wal
Mart are no longer allowed to have facial piercings.  Now this wouldn't be an issue except that
my nose is freshly pierced and I can't leave a ring out of it without fear of it closing up. 
We're also not allowed to have tongue rings, and I would rather get fired than take out over
$100 worth of piercings, thank you very much, even though I need the money desperately.  So I'm
thinking about letting myself get fired and getting a job as a telemarketer for the last bit of
summer.  Hopefully my nose will be better by the end of school and I can take it out to work a
job during the summer (and not at fucking WalMart).  [side note--I can't type for shit when I'm
pissed off]
Today was really bad at work too.  too many customers and a lot of them were really mean.  I got
my lunch break 25 minutes too early (a bad thing since it just means the second part of work is
worse) and then during my lunch break I ended up crying all over Joe.  I realized I was in no
shape to deal with the saturday evening rush, so i turned in my till and was like "I can't do
this" and told on of the nice supervisors that I was thinking about quitting, and she was like,
"yah, maybe you should, since you are always upset and it seems every time I see you you're
crying," which isn't the case of course, but this was the second time in a week I've gone home
from work in tears and I don't really cry too much.  I really hate working and going to school. 
And then when I'm home, the god damn TV is on and Jabba the Hut is sitting on the couch reading
romance novels out loud and listening to the Backstreet Boys on my clock radio really loud.  And
she gets up too early in the morning and she stays up too late and won't she get a fucking
job?!?  Arhg....I appologize....I'm getting really worked up here.  I think I'll go now and play
Thousand Arms.  I like that game.  It's kind of dumb, but it's as addictive as crack.
--Liz--- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- ---