Long time.

3 months, that is.
Lot has changed.
New job.

Okay, maybe not that much has changed.

Still holding onto that dream of building the house.
We looked at expensive houses today, like REALLY expensive houses.
How depressing!
How do people afford them?

I'm waiting for the Amazing Race to start...
It's late, because of 60 minutes, which is late because of FOOTBALL.

I'm so tired I can't even try to be witty.
My teeth hurt.
My back hurts.
My nose is running.


I need new bands to listen to.

Modern music is so horrible!

Please, please, please, please let me get my camera for Christmas.
It's all I really want and I just can't afford it.
I just want to take photographs and edit and frame and sell.
I need an outlet for my creativity and there is no outlet.

I'm suffocating.

It started out so well!

I found out that I won the Magic Bullet contest at my work.
I had the most calls and the most call conversion.
I mean, I don't really WANT a Magic Bullet, but it is worth like $200!
My parents already have one, and they don't even use it.
But I thought, Cool! I never win anything!

My day was starting out really well... awesome!
Then I got, like, 3 idiot customers in a row and they completely ruined my joy.
I really shouldn't let them affect me like that, but it's tough.
Because a lot of customers are deaf.
The irony of a hard-of-hearing person calling for the "Listen Up Sound Amplifier" is not lost on me!

Slow day, huh?

Not too many calls today... which means not too many jerkoffs.
Well, a diabetic country bumpkin who tried to be friendly.
Just let me read my script and be done!
My vocal cords hurt and my voice is cracking.
Let's not make this any longer than it has to be!

On a call now...lots of calls for the free diabetic cookbook ripoff!
Putting me on hold cos you have another call? Please, make them wait! This call should be 1:30 mins long.
Hanging up...
You've got 10 seconds to get back on the line....
Ok, she did. She was actually calling to make sure she got the address right.

Well, the pervert at 863-618-6346 hasn't called recently.
I need a place where I can post all the perverts phone numbers.
Somewhere on the internet. Let kids prank call them.
I have sooo many! I write them down so I can check the number calling and fuck with them right off the bat.
Do the weirdos not understand they record and trace every call that comes in?
No, because the people that call 800 numbers are usually poor, uneducated and rude!
Not all, but most.


OH, I spoke too soon!
I just had a lovely call, from an older gentleman who was ordering an Instant Fisherman. Who orders that! Anyway, they get you with the shipping and handling. So he starts bitching. AND he was a jerk right away. I asked for his zipcode and he was like "I'm not ordering anything unless I can talk to a human being!" Um, hello? Human here!
So anyway Mr. Pissypants decides that S&H is just too much and I'm trying to move the call along and he's complaining so I give him the customer service number and he hangs up on me! Lame.

P.S. You probably shouldn't take Lipozene if you have congestive heart failure! Just my 2 cents!

You're all idiots! Stop calling me!

Rain in Motion!

Weird! I took pics of rain Monday night, and it looked so neat! I then proceeded to tweak the photos with tint and Lomoish functions. Ooh, pretty.

Now I'm rude.

I'm starting to enjoy my job again because I'm now acting like an ass.
Since the people I talk to all day are complete low lifes, I'm going to be one, too.
(At least on the phone)
This woman called this morning, for one of those "sponsor a child" deals, and she was FREAKING out because "we" sent her a boy and DAMMIT SHE ASKED FOR A GIRL!
I first politely told her she would have to call the company directly, I don't handle issues like that.
Do you have pen and paper?, I asked. NO! I DON'T!, she yelled (seriously).
Okay, well, I need to give you the customer service number, I told her again.
LADY! YOU PEOPLE WANT TO GIVE ME THE RUN AROUND! I'M WAITING FOR THE NUMBER! WHAT IS IT?!
At this point, I laughed at her. Loud enough to be heard, not enough to be too rude. (My calls are recorded after all)
She got even more furious! I didn't think it was possible! So I laughed a little more.
But whatever, I told her the customer service number and hung up before she could sqawk at me anymore.
And two more gripes...
1. You aren't one of the first 500 callers. The callers aren't numbered or tracked. That's a lie, to get you to call!
2. Please listen to my entire question before answering. I realize I get paid by the minute, but having to repeat myself over and over because you are deaf/ignorant/busy really irks me.

In other news,
JD's birthday party was a hit, I guess. He ignored me the whole time and then was really drunk at the end of the night so I sent him home with his mom. Sigh.
We closed on the house yesterday and walked away with more money than we thought! Woohoo! So we promptly bought a Wii (which I played for 4 hours last night!) and started paying off bills.
My new goal is to lose weight playing the Wii. The Wii sports is crazy! Boxing, Bowling and Tennis really get you moving. Good cardio. We'll see how it goes.
I'm calling it my "Wiight Loss Program". Don't make me copyright it.

I'm going to post pics of the party and some silly rain shots I took later...

Day off

Thank god.
Took today off, since JD did for his "birthday week".
I understand you are 30, but seriously...
He was still drunk when I woke up this morning.
He wanted to me drive him around to go shopping?!
Maybe I'm not a good wife, but that just doesn't sound like fun.
I'm one of those people who can't stand to be around drunk people when I'm sober.
He's so nice and funny and lovey when he's drunk (well, in the beginning) and that weirds me out! He's not normally like that, ever.
And I'm not getting drunk in the morning. Sorry!
We'll be drinking all day tomorrow at his party anyway.

He passed out on the couch at like 11:30 this morning.
Now I can play catch up on everything I can't do during the week.
It's my day off, too!
Everyone leave me alone!

On a lighter note...

Some pictures from a couple weekends ago... river fun and playtime with Twinkie...

I love these river pics!

Twinkie and Lucy are CRAAAZY!

I hate people.

They are inconsiderate!
They are dumb.
They can't speak clearly.
They really get me riled up.



I'm sitting on hold right now while some guy, who doesn't speak English, is calling his credit card company to see if there is $20 available to buy this product.

Whatever, I get paid by the minute!
No, seriously, he is a fucking idiot.

Can't people do simple math?!

Everything you order from the TV is a scam.
Why doesn't anyone realize that?
$320 for a crappy workout machine?
$250 for a Magic Bullet?!

I will not apologize to you if you ordered those freaking wacko natural cures books and you never received them. Oh the money Kevin Trudeau must be raking in!

"But when I call them, I get put on hold! You took my $60!"

No, I didn't, that COMPANY did. I cannot say sorry to someone who is completely...completely...I can't even think of a word!

I am seriously becoming a hateful person, because of all these horrible people I talk to everyday.

I'm going to snap! I hate this job!

Life Story

I don't want to hear your life story!
If you have a problem with your product, I can't help.
Let me give you the customer service number, because I don't care.
And stop interrupting me!
I have a whole spiel to recite to you, and your job is to LISTEN.
I wouldn't have to keep repeating myself if you would just shut your face for one second.
I have fucking laryngitis, you bastards!

Best quote of the day, about Pamela Anderson, stolen from Perez Hilton:
"But Pambo’s really a sexually voracious gay man trapped in a tranny’s body!"

Smoke break.

Are you kidding me?

How dare you call ME for a product, you dumb old woman and act like a jerk!
Are you serious? You want to know if there is a AAA or senior discount on a fucking pair of TWEEZERS you saw on TV? Unbelieveable!
Sometimes I wish I could reach through the phone and strangle people.

Oh, and the wrong number calls! If you dial the wrong number, and I tell you it's the wrong number, why do you ask me what the number is that you want to call? How do I know?
I DON'T!


So maybe working from home isn't the best. I mean, I love rolling out of bed and working in my PJs. I like being home with the dogs, not having a boss looking over my shoulder.
But the people that call! Every day I am amazed.
But I could never go back to an office now! I can't deal with catty women and office politics. Working from home makes me feel like I have control... and I do. I can work the schedule I pick (which is still 8-5 anyway!)...

I'm so confused on what I want to do in life.
Look at me, living with my husband at my parent's house...
We can't get our house sold, I'm in cramped quarters and surrounded by clutter!
I'd love to know why JD and I just can't be happy with what we have.
Nothing is really wrong with the house, besides the fact it's too small and could implode at any given moment.
I always want something better... bigger house, better car, more money, expensive things.
I can't settle.
That would be my biggest nightmare. To just settle for the hand I've been dealt.

Someday I will have my pottery business up and running.
I will sell one of my photographs.
BarkArt Studio will be a business, whether it thrives or not.
All I want to do is be outside with my dogs (and hubby), travel, take pictures and spends hours editing them! Is that too much to ask? Oh, and have time for pottery, too.

I just can't seem to get out of this rut I'm stuck in: mentally, physically, emotionally.
My ideas and dreams... I can see them "on the horizon".
I just can't get there!


Blah. I'm going to edit photos and post them on here later.

I think I'm turning Japanese...

Actually, I think I'm becoming ignorant.
I talk to a lot of really horrible people each day.
White trash, uneducated people, rude kids and TONS of perverts.

I really am losing hope in the human race.
The more I work customer service, the harder it is to see the "good" ones through the ridiculously weird ones.

I talk to stereotypes everyday.

However, there are a few gems once in awhile.
Someone who doesn't mind that I have to offer 15 upsells, or an elderly gentleman who is full of sincere compliments.

I can tell right off the bat if I have a bitch on the line or if it is someone that I can really converse with, in a more personal way. I long for the day when bored housewives stop watching infomercials. Stop calling with your 14 kids screaming in the background.

How do people not know their own zipcode?

Sorry, no, I don't speak Spanish, I speak English, why don't you?

Would it kill you to infuse some personality into your voice?

And for fucks sake, unless you want to be on the phone with me for a half hour, order it on the internet!!!

Lucy and Thor

My babies...

Lucy (9mos, Boston Terrier mix) and Thor (6yrs, LabDaneX).

Lucy is my Prozac and will be featured the most.

She is my favorite subject for photos.

Lucy has the Boston Terrier personality down to a T... she's also my "velcro dog".

I treat her like my child and to me, she is not "just a dog"!

Introduction

My name is Ashley, I'm 23, married and I'm owned by 2 cats and 2 dogs.
This blog will be boring to most, but will chronicle my life through words and photos.