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Exeunt By: Mark Morgan on 11/2/2003; 3:49 PM Since I moved to Portland, I have worked at one and only one place of business. Some things have happened since February 14th, 2001, the day I first started there:
I did not go to work today. This is not unusual, being Sunday. I will not go to work tomorrow. This is unusual, being Monday. I won't be there the next day, either. Some things just have to end before they are ended for you.
RE: Exeunt By: Mark Morgan on 11/3/2003; 2:39 PM Shortly before I wrote this piece I sent an e-mail to my mother and my sister laying out the whole sordid affair that ended in my walking away from the one job I've had since I moved here. My mom just sent this reply: "You forgot to mention in the things that have changed since you moved to Portland that the one thing that has not changed and never will is how very much your family loves you. "Mom" And that, folks, is why I am unconcerned about seeking work in what must be the crappiest job market ever for this town.
RE: Exeunt By: Richard Davidson on 11/3/2003; 11:07 PM Yes, well that's all fine and good and everything, but I have something to add. Through it all, you've stayed true to the written word. You've actively done your part to help it exist, and encouraged others to express themselves, which can be very helpful, you know. I came to this site following a link, and thought, "hey cool, a community of writers," never thinking for a moment I would be a part of that. Somewhere on this site, there is a sexy poem Chie wrote about coffee that may well be the best, most concise poem ever written; I wrote my first novel, which was my LIFE'S DREAM, right here on this site; and so much more has happened for you and for everybody here. This place doesn't even fucking EXIST, man! Right? There's no actual physical place we can all get together and have some drinks, is there? And yet, you have actual real consequences from this site that you can touch, and so do I, but your consequences are a bit warmer. You should've numbered your list, so I could point out that #12 is the only thing that matters out of all you've written here. Life is good, my friend. You've given something to the world.
RE: Exeunt By: Seth Dillingham on 11/4/2003; 9:07 AM On 11/3/2003, Richard Davidson said: >Somewhere on this site, there is a sexy poem Chie wrote about coffee >that may well be the best, most concise poem ever written; I agree with this statement. It's sad, really... Chie may have reached the pinnacle of her career too early in life. ;-) Seth
RE: Exeunt By: R.A.B. on 11/4/2003; 11:04 AM "Some things just have to end before they are ended for you." One truth I have recently learned in this short life of mine.
RE: Exeunt By: Mark Morgan on 11/7/2003; 10:03 AM Thanks, Richard. Place turned out alright for somewhere I wanted
to just dump long rants, didn't it? But let me be a *little*
self-effacing. This place wouldn't be anything without people like you,
or Chie, or Matt Patt, or my wonderful spouse. And it all runs
on the fabulous Conversant, so it wouldn't
be much without Macrobyte Resources, either.
For the first time in years I don't have a Plan B for my life.
Exciting in many ways but also alarming. Still. I decided
some time ago that my goal in life was to make the kind of world I
would want my children to live in, when I have children. Working
in a call center, making rich folk richer, doesn't seem to cut it.
It's not why I left--I'm a grownup who is perfectly capable of taking
a job and paying bills and leaving my jousting for after the bills are
paid--but; but; but...this gives me a chance to decide "where
next"? I used to teach children to read, I helped a physically
disabled student get excited about getting out of his chair and onto
his crutches. Dammit.
Once I stop freaking out about "Where the hell is the rent
coming from next month?" maybe there's room for some jousting
after all.
RE: Exeunt By: Richard Davidson on 11/7/2003; 7:51 PM I think there is. I think we kill ourselves just a bit more each day when we work at unsatisfying jobs, and believe me, I've done my share; in fact I'm doing it now. I could tell you all day how I despise the mortgage business. I'm getting my photography business going. It's slow, but we just started. One day that, or writing big selling novels will get me out of it. But if they fired me today, first I'd panic, then I'd go, "cool." I'd miss the freakin' benefits, though. So would my wife.
RE: Exeunt By: Evan on 11/9/2003; 8:25 PM I was going to try and say something highly profound, but alas either it never came to me, or I've forgotten it. I wonder if I could clean the wax out of my ears using a squid? Nope that wasn't it. At any rate Mark, you have done a great service to us all by allowing each of us to share his or her own particular flavor of madness with others. Besides, employment is not entirely necessary as long as people don't eat all of their food at restaurants and attempt to throw it away. Say what you will, I never got any diseases from it. What was I talking about again? Oh yes, don't worry be happy. Hmmmm. A bit of a brain fart there.
RE: Exeunt By: Mark Morgan on 12/18/2003; 1:56 AM On the one hand, I have a new job! yay! Back on the phones again, but at least this time it's incoming customer service calls instead of outgoing bugging people during dinner. On the other hand, I fell dead asleep during training today. I remain completely mortified. On the gripping hand, I applied for supervisor at the same company. They started to have me fill out paperwork, then realized I now work for them. Since I work for them, I cannot apply for the supervisor job for 90 days. If I wasn't working for them I would probably have it by now. So? So, by agreeing for them it appears I am suddenly seen as a lot less competent. Draw your own conclusions--I'm getting some sleep!
RE: Exeunt By: Richard Davidson on 12/19/2003; 12:55 AM I told you life was good. Did you listen? Life is all we have, and then there is death. No more. While Oblivian awaits, yawing before me like an endless ocean I prefer to enjoy the love of a good woman And watch those cats playing in the hall They're really funny I wish you could see them
RE: Exeunt By: Mark Morgan on 1/8/2004; 7:25 PM Ah, Salon. Hey, Carnell, there's still good things here amidst all the foolishness! The Phones Don't Stop. "The phone does not stop. Problems, catalogs, orders, ringing, ringing, ringing. The phone does not stop. It's easy enough if you're young and this is your first job. It's a way to pay the rent and get some experience, a stepping stone. But if you've got a college degree and talent and the curse of self-awareness, the job scrapes at your soul, call by call, day by day." Today is another day on the phones, every day, five days a week. You know, kids, if it weren't for you all out there I'd have never have made it.
RE: Exeunt By: Mark Morgan on 1/9/2004; 4:08 PM Hey, if I can't take over the talkback for my own essay, where's the fun? I ask you? Where? Ali Davis worked in a phone center that sounds like it didn't totally suck. "The truckers had the widest range of personalities of all our applicants. Some were the nicest people I'd ever talked to -- friendly, genuine, and with manners that I can only describe as courtly. They had citations for helping stranded motorists or otherwise going above and beyond the call. On the other end of the trucking spectrum were absolute scum, guys I was sure were just trying to get a trucking job as a hobby to supplement their serial killing."
RE: Exeunt By: Mark Morgan on 2/23/2004; 11:42 AM More from the suck life of a call support minion. Bullshit. Total Bullshit. (My title? Better than yours, Salon. Punks.) The fact that I'm a supervisor of a call center makes this twice as funny.
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