Ha ha, I swear I’m a friendly person in real life and not at all terrifying. A handful of folks here have even met me. Just ask Rand Rover. He met me and he liked – wait, okay, hold on. I’m going to have to get some better character references.
MOL likes to put on a cold front. But everybody knows that she is all huggies and unicorn farts IRL.
You’ve obviously never done porn.
I won’t tell you how I read this the first time but it did take me a couple times to parse it correctly.
Is it okay to sigh frustratedly or curse under my breath (but probably audible to my immediate neighbors) when I get super pissed off? Which, given that I’m in a call center, is at least once a day.
Just make sure you’ve hit Mute, so the dry pool dive team member at the other end doesn’t hear you and file a complaint.
When I was in high school, I had a manager who used to scream at employees in front of customers. Yeah, he was really popular.
Right when we were walking TO recess. Does that count as before or during? 
(Seriously, I’m a mega klutz. I’m constantly covered in bruises.)
I never do that when I have a caller on the phone, that would be suicide. Always after the recording stops.
I used to work with a guy who would throw temper tantrums at the call center. He’d throw down his headset, stomp off to the coat racks and yell and thrash around. Ultimately he got warnings, a demotion and because they needed the space, they removed the coat racks. Guy was hella funny to imitate and mock his mannerisms when he got angry. Even a year later one of us old-timers would just have to do the gestures and say a few words and we’d all be laughing.
Thing was that once he got demoted to the lower level of support, all that went away, he became a happier person and even got some awards on the job, so it worked out all around.
Just stop it. Just put on your man pants (one leg at a time because any other way is totally gay) and stop it. What are you, a GIRL?
Even better.
One time when I was working in tech support for a major shipping company, I was still pretty new, so limited to Website support until I got trained on the stand-alone software. I was between calls, and heard the more experienced tech next to me muttering about crackheads. I was sure he was on a call, so you can understand my curiosity :). I asked him about it after his call was done (we were pretty friendly) and he explained that his caller had done a format-and-rebuild on his system, then totally failed to grasp why his data files had vanished and could not be recovered (no backups, natch).
Very glad his Mute was apparently working correctly on that occasion.
I once had a coworker who behaved that way. His story didn’t have quite the happy ending yours did, though.
For that matter, neither did the call center (but it lasted for a couple of years after I left).
Seriously, that’s so dumb. All it takes is one single mis-press of the mute button or malfunctioning software, and you’re utterly fucked. There is a guy in the row behind me who loudly makes fun of his callers in between asking them questions, with the mute button down. I’ll be surprised if he lasts another 6 months.
I’m Mitt Romney and I approve this pitting.
If you start smoking, you need to slow down :eek:
I cry when frustrated or pissed off. I just head for the bathroom and wait it out. I’m not “distressed,” I just cry for stupid reasons (or no fucking reason, sometimes, gah). I’m not like, sobbing or anything, just leaky around the eyes. Asked a doctor, she’s all, “Well, some people do that.” Whatever. Happens once a month or so.
If I can’t get out, it’s an “allergy problem” and I’ll fake sneezes. I do actually have fucking awful hayfever, so I can get away with this.
Fuck it’s annoying, though.
I’ve had two real crying fits at work in the last decade. Once when my kid broke his arm and called me screaming on the phone and I had to try to figure out where he was and get an ambulance there while I gathered up my shit. That was sobbing (after) but I was on my way out the door anyway because, you know, genuine fucking emergecy.
And last week, when the mentally disabled guy who brings our mail and cleans our break room died really suddenly. That was shithouse. I had company though, male and female. Not many dry eyes in the place, we adored the guy. He was sunshine and happiness all the time.
Girl who used to work for me who cried every time I asked her to do something differently/better or to fix a mistake? Fuck that. Apparently it used to work on her last (male) manager. I handed her a tissue and told her to get on with it.
TL;DR?
Drama crying, fuck off, stop it.
Actual emergency? Go for your life.
When you work in a group, you need emotion to get things going. If I didn’t bitch at people, I’d be working 12 hours shifts for min wage everyday. Everyone stands around on their fucking cellphones, doing shit all, and when I wanna get outta there early because I’ve been killing it all day, everyone throws a fit, because they’re snakes and know when I’m not around they actually have to do some fucking work.
I’m the crazy employee you wish you never had if you are a slacker, I don’t work to make other people money, I don’t rat or throw people under the bus, but damn it if I’m going to slave all day, while these kids fucking chat and take 2 hour breaks. If I didn’t throw a fit on them, and believe me they start moving if I say something or even give them the eye. They know I carry them, they need me to do their part. And they know I’d snap their necks if they gave me lip. I’m ok with breaks, having fun at work, chatting, taking it easy, but I’m not ok with getting yelled at about production because my fucking staff is a bunch of lazy fucks. I like these guys and if they worked anywhere else they would have been fired, but I’m such a push over I let everything slide.
Emotion is required when dealing with a bunch of min wage disgruntled employees.
You think feeding them twice a week for FREE would give them some fucking motivation. And smoke breaks whenever they like, I mean whenever, if you work hard for me, you can go out and get a coffee and have a cigarette every hour for all I care.
As an emotionless monster who wishes death upon people who cry at the office, I think (and believe most people would) some tears after getting an emergency phone call are okay. Just don’t, you know, sit there all day crying.
Where the fuck do you people work where other people are crying on a regular basis?
For a bank. Every fucking quarter end, and oh dear gods, year end, some bitch always has to start crying about stress. Deal with it, fuckwad! Jesus Christ…