A morning of calls

Wednesday, September 07, 2005
As I sit here mor productive than what I know I will be at work I have received much info about the volunteer info. The sad news is that the only thing open right now is call center work, and that is like kryptonite to superman. I am so burned out and that is the only way I can help? I did call center work for 5 years, and well let's say I got burned real nice from it. I don't think I can ever be of any help on the phone like that ever again. Might as well to tell me to work in a part of town I am the only white guy there in a racist neaghborhood. I'll feel just as good.

But more stuff might come open but I would need to keep on the lookout. The sad thing is if I don't know soon, I cannot use my time off for it, and if I schedule it, when I get the call I could be out of luck to help.

I just want to help but I want the chance to be there hands on, not hiding behind a phone, yet I know that they really need that help and it isnt tech support. But the hidng behind a phone...it has hurt for so many years.

For me call center = suffering, great immense suffering. Yet I know that Christ did far more than I...so should I take his example and follow? Suck it up as was said in sermon a while back?

Maybe. Yet why is it I went from wanting to do anything to help to slightly angry?

1 Comments:

Blogger Bobby said...

I know what you mean about call centers. I've done plenty of that kind of work. It makes me ill just thinking about it. Ugh. I'd rather dig ditches.

Wednesday, September 07, 2005 11:56:00 AM  

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