My employer recently added a California property to our call center. The way the boss pitched this city in southern California, the also-ran of Los Angeles, is being a plum market ripe for wallet rape. Lots of people signed up, even more were hired to pick up the slack to solely work the California property. California has been part of our call center for at least two weeks and everyone's complaining at how fucking nasty and rude everyone is in the Golden State.
Boy am I glad that I dodged that particular bullet. For those of you playing along at home, after being swindled out of a $10,000 contract in late June I was adamant on changing from Colorado to elsewhere and hopefully California.
Funny thing is that most of the people I interact with in Colorado through my job are a bunch of ornery and cranky cusses. Some are downright peachy but they are the exception that proves the rule. My boss recently gave me a list of leads which are in New York, New Jersey and most points on the east coast north of Delaware. Let me tell you that these people have been pretty damned nice, genial and wondering how folks ever got the idea that the northeast was full of evil, backstabbing fourth generation immigrants with their smelly cooking who insisted on using their outside voices to declare "fugeddaboudid" to the world.
Do folks get more ornery the further west one travels across our once-grand Republic?
I dunno. Hopefully my tune won't change once I'm out east with my Lee and a few months later I start ranting and raving about how shitsux and Colorady is soooo much better. Of course, gentle reader, you know my raison d'être is complaining about things in my life when I'm not complaining about my life.
By the time she's ten years old I might be able to pet her on a regular basis.
