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Ah, payday. The day where I can briefly pretend that I have money. It never lasts more than a weekend.
I got a promotion at work, which means a pretty substantial pay raise. I'm nervous, but excited. For an extra $3/hr, I can pretend to care about my customer's issues even more, I guess.
(I work in the call center for the US branch of a multinational Swedish furniture chain. Some days I'm still shocked at how worked up people can get about furniture. Crying, cursing, threatening to have the charge card reverse the charges for one missing twenty dollar item on a thousand dollar order...)
I got a promotion at work, which means a pretty substantial pay raise. I'm nervous, but excited. For an extra $3/hr, I can pretend to care about my customer's issues even more, I guess.
(I work in the call center for the US branch of a multinational Swedish furniture chain. Some days I'm still shocked at how worked up people can get about furniture. Crying, cursing, threatening to have the charge card reverse the charges for one missing twenty dollar item on a thousand dollar order...)
