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Jun. 6th, 2007 05:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eiffel_71The parents left for Cyprus this morning - I'm back on plant-watering duty for a fortnight.
Lowlight of the shift was an extremely rude woman who told me firmly that her husband had said he wasn't going to do any more surveys. I still had to check the address, though, so said "May I just ask one thing, are you still living at [the address]?" That made her steaming angry, and she let forth a tirade to the effect that she must still be at the same address because I was talking to her on that phone number. The idea that people often take their phone numbers with them when they move house had never penetrated her thick skull. Unbelievably, before hanging up she concluded her diatribe with "Get a job."
So she thinks we telephone interviewers are fucking volunteers?? She thinks we put up with the thankless monotony, all for nothing? What fucking planet is she on?
At 1.45, the computer lobbed me a three adult family - and they were all in and willing to do it. I thought I might still get away for the bus, as the daughter was 16 and still at school, but two-thirds of the way through the husband's interview he casually mentioned a couple of qualifications he'd neglected to tell me about, which meant paging back to the qualifications section - and further probing revealed his previous answers hadn't been entirely accurate either. And he slowed us down elsewhere with other complications. At 2.28 I was still halfway through doing the daughter, resigned to hanging around for an hour (and deciding to use some of the time to fill in an internal survey we've all been asked to do, enabling me to claim time) - then Sarah #1 came up beside me asking if I wanted her to take over, allowing me to get my bus. I handed over to her gratefully, hurriedly gathered up my stuff and made for the bus stop. On my way downstairs several of the girls said to me "I thought you finished at two now." I explained I'd been chucked a three adult family at 1.45. No-one replied, they all know what it's like.
Must go and water the plants.
Lowlight of the shift was an extremely rude woman who told me firmly that her husband had said he wasn't going to do any more surveys. I still had to check the address, though, so said "May I just ask one thing, are you still living at [the address]?" That made her steaming angry, and she let forth a tirade to the effect that she must still be at the same address because I was talking to her on that phone number. The idea that people often take their phone numbers with them when they move house had never penetrated her thick skull. Unbelievably, before hanging up she concluded her diatribe with "Get a job."
So she thinks we telephone interviewers are fucking volunteers?? She thinks we put up with the thankless monotony, all for nothing? What fucking planet is she on?
At 1.45, the computer lobbed me a three adult family - and they were all in and willing to do it. I thought I might still get away for the bus, as the daughter was 16 and still at school, but two-thirds of the way through the husband's interview he casually mentioned a couple of qualifications he'd neglected to tell me about, which meant paging back to the qualifications section - and further probing revealed his previous answers hadn't been entirely accurate either. And he slowed us down elsewhere with other complications. At 2.28 I was still halfway through doing the daughter, resigned to hanging around for an hour (and deciding to use some of the time to fill in an internal survey we've all been asked to do, enabling me to claim time) - then Sarah #1 came up beside me asking if I wanted her to take over, allowing me to get my bus. I handed over to her gratefully, hurriedly gathered up my stuff and made for the bus stop. On my way downstairs several of the girls said to me "I thought you finished at two now." I explained I'd been chucked a three adult family at 1.45. No-one replied, they all know what it's like.
Must go and water the plants.
