company review

**Company Review**

This is my review of the call centre company where I work. A mid-sized call centre occupying several floors in a modern tower block. I work on a soulless boring metrics heavy account with an emotionless robot-like team leader. He gives out NTEs like giving dog biscuits to a dog. I’m not doing tricks. Instead I’m getting QA 0 Auto Fail mark downs from the bastards in the QA dept on Floor 19. Everybody fucking hates them! We get 8 or 10 call evals a month we need to pass. Most companies only have 5. It doesn’t matter if you get maximum CSATs in a month. Get 1 or 2 QA 0s and you get no bonus that month. This happened to me a couple of times. Top CSAT scorer yet I got 2x QA 0s in June and 1x QQ 0 in July. 3x QA 0s and 3x NTEs. I got nothing in the unfair metrics heavy system. MY TL gives out a single NTE to every QA 0. I call the NTEs love letters. There is a 4-month cleansing period. If I get another QA 0/NTE I will be on Level 3 warning. I’m on Level 2 now. And a further NTE will mean Level 4 and fired from the company. I will go to a rival BPO then and apply at 3 a week. I have 9 years’ experience and feel I do good in my calls yet loath the QA side of the job. I was off work a week with bad gout. Will my robot TL give me an NTE for being out? Here’s the scripts, med cert and back to work form. Give me an NTE? I’ll do a DOLE case! Another complaint in my job is the low basic pay of only 17k a month. 24k in all. It’s not all bad. I have some good friends there and met a flirt. What will the next few weeks bring? I’ll see and be ready…

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bike choices

Bike Choices

They pester me to buy a bicycle. They all own one. Some of them are quite nifty with good features. I do like them and would get one. The reason I don't get one is due to my situ. I live by the main road. This is busy 24/7. From mopeds to cars to ten wheel trucks. Me on my bike wouldn't fair too well with any of these. Even the smallest moped is faster than me.  Rather than risk an early death I either walk or take the bus. It's safer on my limbs and conscience. Take my friend Archie. He had one of those carbon fiber racing bikes with no brakes. That thing cost a grand! His funeral cost five times that. All because he couldn't stop in time to avoid the milk float that pulled into the road. He was going too fast to avoid it. I miss my friend but question his sanity and lust for speed. He was a racer and had several trophies. The road is different than the track. Death is death however you go. A milk float doing 12 miles per hour cannot avoid a racing bicycle doing forty five. I saw his body. He looked calm. Even if half his chest was crushed. This is why I won't get a bike. Call me old or slow or sensible. My choice is right for me. Archie paid the price for his quest of speed. I salute him for dying for his cause but this is real life. And life to me matters. Does it to you? What bike will you buy?  Please be careful.

Riga oops

Riga Oops

Riga took the chance when she could. At least in this reality. To get to know new guys. This involved ones met randomly on the bus or on the street. Some became trusted friends or lovers. Riga met one on a flight to Paris once. She was on a business trip. That was done and three days were added just to date the guy. Opportunities only came by once. Some you made happen like the trip. Others were random. Like meeting Tim in the street in Madrid. He was Dutch. Riga took him to an alternative rock bar and art gallery. Later they made love. Life was too short. When not fixing IT systems Riga was building computers. She had little time for other events. This is why she focused. If she went out to drop off a computer she kept her eyes open. Not just for robbers bit for catches. The single guy on the train strong into space. What was he thinking? Once Riga asked and was rewarded with a boyfriend. They were together three months. He was from Peru and flew back..Riga would visit one day. Riga's critical thinking skills were good on the fly. She was able to adapt and command situs. And was flattered when guys insisted the contact. This happened a few times. She was careful trusting her instincts and skills. Riga carried a small lady's pistol in her pocket. It would do the job. She practiced with it. Riga would never need it. The small gal could handle herself. This included getting what she wanted or needed. Wants and needs were different she she matched both excellently. If she needed a fit young guy to sooth her she went to the pool or gym. It was easy. Her need was to be satisfied. Not the want of a six month relationship. Both were different. Apples and oranges. Riga always knew what tondo. She was Riga.

Riga oops

Riga Oops

Riga took the chance when she could. At least in this reality. To get to know new guys. This involved ones met randomly on the bus or on the street. Some became trusted friends or lovers. Riga met one on a flight to Paris once. She was on a business trip. That was done and three days were added just to date the guy. Opportunities only came by once. Some you made happen like the trip. Others were random. Like meeting Tim in the street in Madrid. He was Dutch. Riga took him to an alternative rock bar and art gallery. Later they made love. Life was too short. When not fixing IT systems Riga was building computers. She had little time for other events. This is why she focused. If she went out to drop off a computer she kept her eyes open. Not just for robbers bit for catches. The single guy on the train strong into space. What was he thinking? Once Riga asked and was rewarded with a boyfriend. They were together three months. He was from Peru and flew back..Riga would visit one day. Riga's critical thinking skills were good on the fly. She was able to adapt and command situs. And was flattered when guys insisted the contact. This happened a few times. She was careful trusting her instincts and skills. Riga carried a small lady's pistol in her pocket. It would do the job. She practiced with it. Riga would never need it. The small gal could handle herself. This included getting what she wanted or needed. Wants and needs were different she she matched both excellently. If she needed a fit young guy to sooth her she went to the pool or gym. It was easy. Her need was to be satisfied. Not the want of a six month relationship. Both were different. Apples and oranges. Riga always knew what tondo. She was Riga.

forbidden sex

Forbidden Sex  

‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer   

‎In a multi coloured uniform looking so pretty   

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer  

‎Tonguing my hairy balls out of pure love   

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer  

‎See how he licks bites nibbles mouths   

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer   

‎Every bit of my large full ball bags   

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer   

‎Soon to be emptied on his uniform  

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer   

‎I love a man in uniform this one is great   

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer  

‎He's also good at mixing rocket fuel  

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer  

‎To power rockets to fire at Saudi Arabia  

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer   

‎Oh look he's now sucking my cock!  

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer   

‎My love missile locked and loaded   

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer   

‎Feels so clean so good so forbidden!  

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer   

‎My orgasm starts deep inside   

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer   

‎White cum erupts out of my big dick  

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer   

‎He took me to this point of contact  

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer   

‎My loins wanted him it's the uniform  

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer  

‎On target it hits like cluster munitions   

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer   

‎Look at my spunk dripping down it!  

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer   

‎Adding colour to the blue gray pink purple  

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer   

‎I seduced the bad Muslim officer  

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer  

‎He runs Houthi rocket production   

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer   

‎When I bugger him up his tight ass  

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer  

‎Full satisfaction guaranteed for both  

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer  

‎I'll garot him with piano wire  

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer   

‎As my cum fills his bum hole  

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer   

‎No more rocket fuel for Houthi rockets!  

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer  

‎My assassination here is complete   

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‎Beautiful Muslim Houthi officer   

‎RIP be with Allah and have 72 virgins  

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riga fish story and new poems

 Riga Fish

Riga was wet. She went to work. The sky opened and never closed. It drenched her. That was fine. She walked down the street wearing a two-piece bikini. The top bit was purple the lower bit green. Most of sexy little Riga was on display. Water coursed down her body. Her hair was a wet mass stuck to her back. She smiled at people rushing through the monsoon downpour. Hiding under brollies and rain coats. Here was Riga enjoying it. She danced from puddle to puddle. Walls of water shot this way and that. Her smile said it all. Others stared at her. That bizarre female. Riga dancing on the street. Wearing only a bikini. Look at her moves. Look at those lovely legs. Her small titties almost visible. Nipples sticking out though the water is warm. Several men stop and watch. Soaked to the damn skin. Fully dressed no umbrellas. Riga cavorts twirls and swirls. Her eye sparkle as she blinks away water. Many want her. Few will get her. How about Riga making love in the rain in Lisbon? Completely fucking naked.

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Let’s sky spar baby/Javelin and Scorpion/little dance above

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Armoured Door

Another dawn another night gone

More of the same down here over there

See the gal there she’s one of that kind

Good in bed no complaints there

After your money most is possible

Mutual exchange get laid for cash

Does this make her a hooker?

Very interesting on multiple points

Pop round and see her

She’ll let you fuck her

Or call the damn cops

Either way it’ll be memorable

If you knock on her armoured door

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Toffees

My TL gives out NTEs

Like Santa Claus giving out

Candy to kids

Here’s another love letter

A Level 2 warning

See you in the next company!

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Lifted Away

You’re a bus passenger

Imagine seeing the nice gal

Walking down the road

Lifted up in a beam of light

Just taken then and there

Up above will be a ship

Where will it take her?

Nobody will believe you

Riga Aerospace by Brian Von Blimp

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Join Riga in her new book. Her story continues as a galactic explorer in her flying saucer and also as a pilot. She flies planes and choppers. Feel the thrill of looping the loop and exhilaration of flight. No other joy or activity equals this. This is what Riga thinks. Climb aboard for the journey of a life time. A sharp mind and mood control is needed for planetary travel and navigating difficult flights. She finds herself in other situations too. Compare your life to Riga's. Are you her and is she you?

Riga Flowing

Riga knew some things and other things she didn't. It was the linear of time. This went forward. There was there chance of going back if certain criteria were met. There was the infinite number of realities. Which were not transferable. Unless you had the encryption key. Not even Satan or Juniper's Daughter had this. Riga certainly didn't. She understood the basics and theory. Riga had a husband in one reality. They were happy and five children. Yet in another reality only had two before parting. Yet other realities were even more profound. Fiction could not write this. For reality had no limits unlike a writer's mind. Normal people have little idea of different realities. Except when things went wrong. Or rarely went well. They wondered at the chance of their fortunes. It was all planned out. There was some control yet most things were uncontrollable. Those were left alone. Only control what you can. To most it was like trying to stop the rain. Not possible. Yet you could wear a rain coat. It took a spaceship to flow.

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Riga Humane

Her journey was the same. People living on that world. All had the same experiences. Yes, there were some differences. These were small. Bigger differences occurred when a soul was born elsewhere. This being a different alien world. Of which there were many. Many aliens were like Riga. Especially the greys. Small critical thinking. Without emotion though. Except for the one who wanted to see the ocean. Riga had been an alien being several times in her souls' existence. There was the purple ice planet she lived on twenty-five thousand years ago. Her form was different. She was small as she always was. She had no ship. One wasn't needed for she could fly. Either with her body of her mind. This skill was used only here. Different worlds had different rules. Like different Earth based nations had their own languages. Riga was one soul or being. There was a lot in the Universe. Not an infinite amount but a lot. And they lived time and again. Not just in each reality bit different ones. This was the joy of life. All living creatures existed and went to the spirit world upon death. This was the way it was. And all believed in a Creator.

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