Don’t play dumb. You know what Friday after lunch is. It’s that glorious, magical time when your belly is full and you are feeling sublime with the knowledge that you have only a mere few hours left until your time is your own- for two blessed days. Oh yeah baby, the weekend.
Picture it with me. You’ve got on your casual Friday Hawaiian shirt and you’re kicking back in your ergonomic office chair with your afternoon cup of Joe. Your phone and email has come to a virtual standstill because it is drinking time on the east coast and everyone on the west coast has already had their lunch and (let’s face it) are as catatonic as you are with a supersized order of the whim whams on the side.
Now imagine that you work with the coolest people ever and it feels like every day is Friday after lunch. That’s us. The Fab 4: Goth Girl, Lucky Shorts, Fruity Pebbles and Pop Tart. Jealous? Yeah, I thought so.
Don’t get me wrong- we’re not slackers. Our policy is kind of like a mullet- business in the front; party in the back. And we like our jobs- truly; we work for a great company……that happens to have office banter and customer interactions the likes of which I can only compare to fodder, rich enough to fertilize a lifetime of thriving crops of sarcasm. Or you know, a series worth of “The Office” scripts.
So here we come to the crux. We feel selfish keeping all of this joy and happiness to ourselves and have set out to entertain you all with tales of hilarity, absurdity, frustration, wit, silliness, and downright pitiful examples of human idiocy. That we encounter. Every. Day. This my friend is what you call a call center.
