ahahahahaa call centre poems.. somebody has to work there lol

 

Till Ill

Go to work with a virus

Give it them all

Never any time off

Dedicated to the job

Even when ill

Love them all

Cough sneeze wheeze

From your virus

That you caught off them

And passed it back

Share it again and again

Call centre joy

 

 

 

New Names!

Brian was with another rep when he saw the Fake God’s lapdog

With a female form the account by his car on the company carpark

It was obvious it was the gal and obvious what they were doing

The TL whose position was too high for his chair looked smug

Even fifty yards away but what confirmed it was their kiss

Both hid behind the car with raised bonnet and kissed

Brian and the other rep were at the right angle to see

He specifically changed their angle so they could observe

It was another support and rep getting it on in the same acc

The Fake God’s lapdog was trained by him in business

And also in sexual matters for both had account mistresses

Brian filed this in his head and would write about it

He was the master poet and story teller with new names!

 

 

Thailand Rudeness

The Mamasan was in a bad mood

The French black man who worked in the call centre

Rudely bumped into her and breezed on by

He also caught the Mamasan's boss Grand Mamasan

The Mamasan remonstrated and told the brother off

But he was off like a shot for he had to clock in

Being over lunch bothered him more than annoyed support

The Mamasans went back to bossing the reps about

The brother went back to his customer service calls

Later when he was leaving they grabbed him

The two Mamasans were big and strong like men

Men they definitely wern't as the brother saw

Their big tits cleavage and nipples thru open blouses

And skirts way too short with big muscular thighs

With a Mamasan at either side they frogmarched him

To their camper van they came to work in

It was parked at the carpark in they went

It was dark inside and the door banged shut

The Mamasan told the brother to strip naked

You know what we want both ordered and he did so

Taking off his dark jeans shirt and trainers

To show his perfect athletic physique

The Mamasans removed his boxers and there

There before them was a huge excellent sausage

Both touched it staring in hungry awe at it

With a mind of its own it grew to stand upright

They gently pushed the brother onto a bed

And pounced on him with lips fingers tongues

All over his superb male shape to his cock

Later the brother never knew how they did it

Two Mamasan stripping themselves and molesting him

From what was a traumatic event became ecstasy

They demanded a penance for his rudeness

Over lunch or not and coached him on this

While he fucked their Mamasan pussies ragged

It was the most arcane erotic sexual thing

All three were rather tired on the next shift...

 

 

 

Good Salary

There were a few positive things in the call centre. One was a good salary for doing the job. Combined with night differential and rice salary this was good. Plus some accounts had an attendance incentive or sales remuneration. This helped bump up the wage for the hard working reps. One example was a health care account paid a basic monthly salary of 3
0,000 plus 10% or even 20% night differential and the usual rice allowance. With other bonuses the reps easily cleared 22,000 at each fortnightly pay out. The smart ones saved some of it while the unsophisticated ones blew all of it each payday. They spent it on beer, food, clothes, motorcycles and more. A good salary helped keep the workers in an account especially if it was hard work. Then there was less attrition and the workers stayed where they were. This way the company, client and account benefited. All because of a good salary.

 

 

story on a bent manager in a call centre

 

Corrupt Boss

Juniper’s Daughter pretended to be a normal person so she could work in a call centre to expose the bosses for their corruption and bad practises. She was based in the call centre capital of the world the Philippines. Here she was a simple low level agent taking calls off irate customers on a billing account. It was call queuing with irate customers plus a crooked management and agents who never talked to one another. A toxic account! There was one Ops Manager called Gemma. She ran the account and was responsible for the numbers. She enforced both pre and post shift meetings. Here she ranted about the performance and pushed the reps to improve. If you don’t get the numbers I will have you replaced! Do you all understand? The attrition was very high and moral was low. Juniper’s Daughter was part of this. She worked hard and took calls so she knew what the issues where. She felt jaded like the agents did saw half of them quit. For five months the witch worked in the Manila call centre. This was after three weeks training and two weeks of probation. She was expected to know what she was doing right away. Explaining bill details especially when the customer was disputing extra costs like data or call extra charges. She had to collect a sales quota per day of bill payments. This was part sales and collections skills. The witch was smart and this version of her was just age twenty. By being methodical she was able to list all the problems, identified what needed changing and what could be left alone. She knew what OM Gemma was doing, manipulating the stats to syphon off a weekly and monthly bonus that was for other agents and their supervisors. A couple of reps guessed this was happening but were scared to lose their jobs. The witch acted she called the fraud line and left info under a different name. She knew nothing would be done so she next collected her info and confronted the OM during a pre shift meeting. This way it was in the open and the boss would have a difficult shift. The OM didn’t deny what was obvious and proven by clear well-presented facts. She simply said its part of the job and tried to use her position to shield her. This was a standard tactic Juniper’s Daughter had seen before off Demang and Satan. OM was doing the Devil’s deeds even if she hadn’t signed up with him yet. The witch stopped that. After shift which ended with no meeting the witch abducted the OM with her spaceship and flew her to the dark side of the moon. She also played Plink Floyd’s album of the same name. It had a calming this is real affect. The witch hovered her craft five miles above the moon surface. With her green laser on low power wide beam setting she illuminated the surface. It was a superb scene with craters, hills, moon rocks and more all cast in lurid green shadow. The OM hardly believed what was happening. The witch produced some bottles of beer. She told the OM Gemma that she knew what was going on. You will stop this right now or this is where I will put you. Down there on the surface without a spacesuit. Neither humans aliens or Santa Claus will save you. You will die very badly a lonely death. If you do not change your behaviour OM Gemma you will end up here. Do I make myself clear? The choice is yours. Now finish your beer I have other work to do. Would the OM stop being corrupt or would she be sent to the moon?

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