Bitch on the Blog

June 30, 2014

Come again?

Filed under: Amusement — bitchontheblog @ 12:51
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Only I can laugh at myself as much as I do. I am an embarrassment to myself. Not that that is news.

Just spoke to someone at a call centre. I like speaking to people at call centers. Their lives are misery without customers like me. I joke, I flirt, I remember their name. By not comprehending anything they say I’ll keep them for ages from the next awful call they’ll receive.

How many times do you hear a call center person say to you (at the end of it all) and with sincerity: “It’s been a pleasure talking to you.” I am so pleased with myself I am just about to fall off my perch on the high horse as the people pleaser I am. How I am going to work that into my CV/Resume is anyone’s guess.

Yes, so five minutes into the call D and I were friends. Cue (my) embarrassment: On ending the call I said: “See you”. I never say “See you”. Even to people I will ‘see’. What possessed me?

In other news:  My son, on leaving the house this morning, alerted me that I have a black eye. Brilliant. I can afford to not be particularly vain but am inordinately proud of my skin which – no doubt – is why it occasionally plays up. If one more person asks me how I came by my black eye I shall give them one myself. If only to compare notes with them which one goes greenish first. Don’t worry. Such a princess on a pea I have become that it takes no more than washing my face to look like a battered wife. You can’t beat life and its vicissitudes.

U

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13 Comments »

  1. I always hang on to talk to a human being whenI call some company or other…… Purchased an air conditioning unit for youngest’s “oven” the other week. Is it possible to fall in love with a voice on the ‘phone?
    I even received an e mail saying she had enjoyed our conversations. That was a first.
    I have had interesting chats with interesting people from India, the Phillipines and other places, even Scotland. Fun for me and, I hope, for them

    Black eyes? Sure I’ve mentioned the one my mother gave at the age of 14. I had broken my new Descant Recorser just one daybefore return to school.

    Comment by magpie11 — June 30, 2014 @ 13:32 | Reply

    • Well, I have one over you: Mine was English – immaculate accent – in Colchester (couldn’t resist to ask where he was based).

      The Angel just having come back, eyes like an eagle, informs me that I look WORSE. I do. Mainly because the blood keeps seeping all over the place. Tomorrow I shall buy the most expensive concealer money can buy (YSL – Yves Saint Laurent). His is what a dermatologist would call “golden standard”.

      To think my life has come to this.

      Your mother giving you a black eye? Well, my father once gave me one. It was an accident. No bull. Come Monday morning, my head mistress didn’t believe me and summoned my father to her office. He attended. What words were spoken I do not know.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — June 30, 2014 @ 17:26 | Reply

  2. Must have been the very appealing voice! Happens. Now the black eye is intriguing. Come on tell us all about it.

    Comment by rummuser — June 30, 2014 @ 16:19 | Reply

    • Yes, I do have a thing for voices. No doubt about it.

      The black eye? There is nothing to tell. I washed my face. A blood vessel underneath my left lower lid burst. As stories go it’s as boring and uneventful as it gets. Still, purple makes for good drama. Look at the Pope.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — June 30, 2014 @ 17:33 | Reply

      • I’d rather not…looka t the pope that is.

        Comment by magpie11 — July 2, 2014 @ 14:45 | Reply

  3. Naturally, the first thing I want to ask is how you came by the black eye. And even if you swear it is a boring story, we want to hear it — and admittedly, we want it to be salacious. LOL.

    As for call centers, I detest them. I had to spend an hour on the phone with one yesterday just trying to switch my xmradio account from old car to new car. But they want to upsell and make you listen to droll announcements and then request credit cards. Yikes!!!

    But I made myself remain pleasant. *wink*

    See you, Ursula!

    Comment by reneejohnsonwrites — July 1, 2014 @ 12:55 | Reply

  4. Hope the eye is mproving….

    Comment by magpie11 — July 2, 2014 @ 14:46 | Reply

    • Depends how you define “improving”. I’d say the increments by which it’s “improving” are so small even my magnifying mirror is hard pushed to tell the difference. Have resorted to what my mother and I swear by: Ice cold cucumber slices on your eyes. Fifteen winks and even if you are not as good as new you feel it.

      Thanks for your good wishes.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — July 4, 2014 @ 06:07 | Reply

      • Cucumber slices….. of course. Post beef steak treatment. Good for the complexion too.

        Comment by magpie11 — July 5, 2014 @ 15:26 | Reply

  5. “See you?” How very optimistic of you, U! And perhaps you shall someday–if not in this life, perhaps in the next.

    As for the black eye, I thought immediately of mascara gone drippy. Happens to me at regular intervals… 😉

    Comment by Lorna's Voice — July 2, 2014 @ 17:49 | Reply

    • Oh my dear Lorna. I “see” things all the time. And, unlike my eyesight, only too clearly.

      As to Mascara “gone drippy”. I thought of that as last defense next time someone asks me what happened. As excuses go it’s good. Though a rubbish lie because at the moment – my eyes truly messing me about – I am not even allowed mascara. If only I cared I’d be housebound. Which reminds me – once the Sixties and eyeliner had arrived big time I believe my father never saw my mother in the nude again. She’d take off all eye make-up in the privacy of a locked bathroom (in the morning) and put it all back on again before emerging like Aurora from the sea.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — July 4, 2014 @ 06:01 | Reply


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