Anyway, strengths for you should be easy - here are some 'buzz words' that interviewers will find simply orgasmic: Honesty, reliabilty, flexibility, ability to gel with others in a team environment, quick learner, easily adaptable, passion for customer service, loves helping others, dedication, keenness to learn, articulate... also maybe chuck in something about the shitload of experience you've had, if applicable. Now, I've mentioned quite a few buzz words - don't relay all of these at the interview - just pick a few, perhaps the ones that you feel apply to you more than the others.

Interviewers try and catch you out big time when they ask your weaknesses. If you say "none", they'll know you're full of shit and they might even question your credibility and wonder if everything you've said previously has been a crock of shit too. I used to hum and har over weaknesses and take a long time to think of one, but that was because the only weaknesses I had were ones I couldn't mention to them - just the whole hate team environments and interacting with co-workers thing. Then I created a shit hot lie that I started using - I say my focus is seen as a weakness by some of my co-workers, as I'm not always as chatty or social when I'm trying to do my work. I see my work is more important to be focussing on rather than telling people how my weekend was etc. After all, that's what your break times are for. Something like that. Then, the fuckers may ask you to provide an example for this well crafted lie. Say something about how one time you were trying to do your work and someone came up to you and started chatting about what he/she did in the weekend. You overcome this problem by asking them to tell you on your break instead.

Dress code -

Any questions? -

Leaving a job -

Things you might want to ask yourself if you want to leave a job:

If you answered yes to any of the above questions, only quit your job when you know you have the money to pay things off. If you have bills coming in left right and centre then do not quit your job - just look for something else in the background, and when it comes to interviews just tell your current employers that you have a dental appointment. If you have a credit card, wait until you receive some money before quitting. When I left my last job I owed about $261.00 on my card, but I quit anyway because I knew that the day after I quit I'd get paid for the week I'd worked previously, and I covered the payment with that money. If I received bills left right and centre I'm not sure how I'd go about quitting a job. I've never received a bill before so I don't know how that would work for me.

If the answer is everything, then man, why are you putting yourself through this hell? Money isn't worth it, okay? If your team leaders / management have been assholes to you, then be an asshole back. Get one up on them by upping and leaving without notice --they've treated you like shit so it's only right that you return the favour.

Employers may opt to be sneaky bastards by ringing you and leaving 'heartfelt' voice mails about how important it is that you contact them because they think you may have been in an accident, been hurt or injured etc. DON'T BELIEVE IT - this is just a lie to try and make you get in contact with them just so the fuckers can have the satisfaction of FIRING YOU THEMSELVES.

Also, when you begin a job and fill out all the papers, do not give your families' numbers as an emergency contact number. The job may ring your Mum etc asking why you haven't turned up, and depending on how your parents are, they may growl you and give you hell. For emergency numbers, either make one up by giving the RIGHT number bar one misplaced digit at the end (this way if they call you out you can say "oh, my mistake") or give your boyfriend/girlfriends number.

Well, I hope this page has helped you in some way. Of course, if you're a sneaky, cunning, generally dodgy individual you'll find this ideal, but if you're not then maybe at least the interview tips might be of some use to you.

Saturday March 29th 2008, 10.08pm

Review 324 -Chanel of CHNL

Yet another tight n' right review courtesy of Ann. Niiiiiice. This pretty much wraps up the whole guest reviewing stint, so tragically you're going to be stuck with me only from now on. As I was telling Ann, what with global warming etc I need to hurry up and clear the queue, or at least tell the world not to melt until I'm freakin' done. Damn inconsiderate planet. Might start a review now......y'all bitchez better start shaking in fear. Oh my gosh, I'm so kidding.

PS - (Notice how I said 'gosh' instead of God? I'm learnin' folks, I'm learnin'. No more blasphemy and cussing will be coming out of my mouth...oh wait...I said 'damn' and 'bitchez' a few lines above, does that count?

YES?! Oh, FUCK.

Anyway, here's Ann's sweet ravoo prevoo:

So, at a glance your layout reminds me of dark chocolate. Really, really dark, seductive I've probably seen some X-rated dark chocolate ad with a naked woman and pink rose petals all around her eating chocolate, and now your site is reminding me of it. Not that there are naked ladies on your site. Not that I intentionally go around watching said adverts either...
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Edit: Oh, and thanks for the feedback re the voice clips at Petshopgirl.tk. You know who you are :)

Friday March 28th 2008, 11.46am

Who wants some ass?

Feeling fruity and have a need for some booty? No worries - you've come to the right place and godammit you know I'll supply ye. Well, enough of the pretense, I know you're all gagging for it so here you go:

Uhhh why the looks of sheer disappointment and the onslaught of suicidal thoughts? Surely you didn't think I was going to bear my own rear™? You guys are so cute and lovable. Sadly, no - conscious of the fact that this is not one of 'those' sites (I know the Myspace pages in Scribbles indicate otherwise, but humour me here) and in fact, I don't think I have any self-bum images. I don't take pictures of everything you know.

Anyway, the image was from the contents page of a book I have, aptly titled "A Book of Girls Stories". I have two other 'girls books', one called "More of the best stories for girls" and the other called "Still more of the best". Pretty original huh...these authors, they're so clever. Wish I was clever like them. The two latter books I've just mentioned are kind of lame...all the stories are from the 60's and have no substance at all. One story was simply about the fact that a girl was in her room and her male friend came around, and her mum told her off for having the guy in her room because she was meant to be a 'young lady now'. Anyway, the girl and the guy went for a bike ride and she fell down some kind of hole, and he saved her, and then they randomly kissed. Then, back at the house, she decided he wasn't to go in her room anymore because of it. "A Book of Girls Stories" is much better because they're stories about girls all around the world and written by a more intelligent author who isn't afraid to use 'big words'. Anyway, enough of that.

When I was 7, there was a book in my classroom called "The Silly Ass", and man, that book was so coveted. There'd be punch ups over that book. Seriously, when it came to reading time everyone (well, all the boys plus me) would make a beeline for the book, just because it had the word "ass" on it. We used to roll around on the floor laughing...it was such a crack up. Of course, in this case and in the case of my ass image, ass is referring to a type of donkey. A tight, hard working, strong ass.

From Christiananswers.net:¹

The she ass (Hebrew: 'athon), so named from its slowness (Gen. 12:16; 45:23; Num. 22:23; 1 Sam. 9:3).

The male ass (Hebrew: Hamor), the common working ass of Western Asia, so called from its red color.

Issachar is compared to a strong ass (Gen. 49:14).

It was forbidden to yoke together an ass and an ox in the plough (Deut. 22:10).

See? Told you. As for me though, I guess I'm a lazy ass. Review queue of 49 much? Gimme a break though - it's all about motivation okai? Don't judGe Mee!! DoN't LabEL meEe!! (plz visit muh sytee, www.piczo.com/originalass)

^{1 =} I would provide a link back but they'd probably see PSGR in their referrals and visit, and do the whole 'shocked at what they see' thing like certain people over the age of 40 do. Plus I may be condemned. The way some people act you'd think me/PSGR has the mark of the devil or something.

What else is there to talk about? I don't want to wind this up just yet, it feels like ages since I've had a good old fashioned catch up with you all. To celebrate this rare occasion I'll chuck in some token nature shots that nobody's interested in anyway. Latest snaps, man. Taken in Napier. No tits involved, but you may be able to find a way of enjoying them nevertheless. Somewhere, deep deep inside, you may be able to appreciate.

I've decided that it may be time for me to resume my quest to get a new computer. My iBook G4 is really starting to piss me off - not only is the keyboard fucked but it's running slow. Instead of getting a new keyboard and upping the ram I may as well get a new one - besides, knowing Apple and their prices the price between getting it all fixed and getting a brand new one wouldn't be that much different. I will probably weep with joy upon my purchase of this new computer. I shall hug it dearly, and covet it...but I will NOT name it. That's just something I won't do. I daresay I'll be able to get rid of this computer on Trade Me, I'd get something for it despite its many problems. I managed to sell a crusty iPod last year - black and white screen, no charger, was dead as hell and couldn't charge....got $150 for the bugger.

I've been getting itchy feet lately and really want to travel. Sadly if I wanted to do so it'd have to be alone...despite him not liking the place (supposedly) James' roots seem to have been permanently planted in Wellington. What with all the insurance jobs he's had in the past he's decided to make a career out of it, and the money he earns isn't bad for him at all. Man, if I got paid what he did, I could get a Macbook in one pay, with change! (Not much change haha) He has fortnightly pay though, which sucks ass. When I had my job, it was weekly. I was looking at all my pics on iPhoto last night from my various trips around New Zealand last year and all the reminiscing made me want to do it all over again. I'd do it all again in an instant, with or without James, but the thing is I don't have a drivers license of any kind, nor do I have my own wheels. Which reminds me...dudes, I learnt how to drive a manual last weekend! So proud. It's all in the gears and the clutch...and like most people I agree that manual cars are nightmares to drive. Automatic for the win! I've been driving around (when the time is right, and when the smell of bacon isn't in the air if you get what I mean) since 2004 in automatic cars, then James went and got a Subaru which is in manual. Gutted. He seems antsy when I am behind the wheel.......

Last year my Nan essentially called me a loser because I didn't have a learners license, but I've never felt the need to get one what with James driving. He's had his full license since he was 15 or 16....like, 12 years ago. I doubt it's even possible to obtain a full license at that age now.

I just want to leave and go somewhere. Anywhere. I miss going around the country not having a care in the world. I could go to England... I want to go, but once I get there I'd have virtually no money left and of course nowhere to stay. One way from Auckland to London on Air New Zealand (holla!) is $1,090 and if I was really stupid I could book it right now on my credit card but as I said, I'd be fucked upon arrival (not literally I hope, besides, Tom doesn't live in London. JUST KIDDING) and what with all the surcharges and government taxes on airfares I bet it'd end up being over $1500 which is my credit card limit. I wish I could go though. My British passport expires in 2013 and I want to at least use it before then, I went through a lot of shit to get that passport. I had to prove my Dad was from the UK you see, and obtain his birth certificate and whatnot. He was still alive at the time but I had no idea where he was living, not that Id've contacted him anyway. A couple of weeks ago I was wondering about my Dad. The only reason he stopped trying to contact me was because I'd always say no, so he gave up. I never heard from him again after I was 8. From what I remember of him he seemed okay...went on and on about useless information all the time though. One time I was colouring in a picture of a butterfly and he was rabbiting on about red admirals for at least half an hour. I've heard (from everyone apart from my mum) that he was really intelligent and had a bizarre sense of humour and that he was a good bastard who just couldn't handle commitment. If there was shit for my dad, he'd walk away from it instead of trying to handle. Like me, I think. His funeral was so weird for me....there was a picture of me on his coffin. At first I saw it and honest to god I thought to myself "Whats with the picture of the handicap" and then I realised it was me. Reality bites. Plus as they were taking his coffin out they played the song he named me after, "Rhiannon" by Fleetwood Mac. It was a bit too much. Oh well, what happens happens. Sucked though that later in the year someone I actually cared about died, my Gramps. That was, and still remains to be the hardest thing I've ever had to deal with. I hope none of you have to go through the suffering and pain that comes with having a loved one terminally ill with cancer and dying way before their time. I used to think I was so lucky, all these people I know going to funerals all the time, when I still had Mum, Nan, Gramps, and Great Nana. Now it's only Mum and Nan. George Harrison's death was bad enough, I had no idea what was to come for me a few years later. Couldn't believe last year, no one died! Holy shit, makes a change. At least I got to say a proper goodbye to Gramps, even though he was unconscious and practically dead already. Great Nana's death came as a kick in the teeth of sorts because I was waiting at the window for Nan to pick me up to visit her in the hospital, and then the phone rang and Nan told me she'd already died the night before. I was fully waiting at the window...I was wearing my nice jeans even, like Nan asked me to. Oh well, like I said before, what happens happens. Sorry about the morbidity of this.

Anyway, desperate for the toilet so I'll end this now - take care everyone, speak to you later! Have a great weekend, and don't forget to properly wipe yourself after the lavatory. Skids = not cool.

Wednesday March 26th 2008, 11.43am

Petshopgirl.TK revisited (alternative title: Holy Shit!)

Last night I unearthed (lol) the "Me" section of my old personal site, Petshopgirl.TK. The bulk of this is from 2004 and 2005, and last night was the first time I'd seen the section in years. I couldn't get over the fact that I had some...poems...(shitty emo ones) on there, as well as hearty samplings of my formerly psychotic state of mind!

Not much has changed these days, although I was quite surprised to read I smoked a packet of 30 cigarettes a day back then. That's horrifying. Now I smoke two packets of 40's (Longbeach 40's, lol) per week. I also can't believe I slagged off Honda! Someone I had it in for at the time must've had a Honda, I can't remember. That'd be the only reason. I love Honda!

Anyway, if you've always been curious as to what Petshopgirl.TK was all about, this is your chance to go and have a look. I deleted the index page so now all the pages are separate (not making sense here I know, the site was designed for iframes) and the font size is (gasp!) really small and shit...but if you're prepared to put up with that then by all means go and have a looksee. On the voice clips page, the first link does not work but all of the other clips work fine.

This is the first time I've ever read all the pages of a site I've made. I still haven't read through PSGR, although a couple of weeks ago I randomly went to the "Best of PSGR" section and read one review. I came away with a smile on my face, then quickly wondered if it was wrong of me to find my own work amusing.

PS - Not sure if my ex boyfriend James aka Bay is going to see this, but I found the link to his former 'website' and pretty much cried with laughter. Love the try-hard HTML code at the bottom of the write-up :P I do wish you hadn't referred to me as 'Petshopgirl' though...did you know that some people actually think that's my name? Fucking hell. My name is Rhiannon. Petshopgirl is part of the name of my site...opposite of Pet Shop Boy (s), my favourite band. Unoriginal as fuck, I know, but I couldn't think of anything else. Still can't to this day. Also, why do some people call PSGR 'Pet Shop Girl Reviews'???? So many people do this..can people not read or something? It's not that hard to take note of the URL or the title on the header image.

PPS - Made some button templates yesterday....

Sunday March 23rd 2008, 2.28pm

Review 323 - Aseel of Aseel.sour-cream.org

I come away from your site with mixed feelings. I enjoyed looking at the majority of your pixel creations but I kept constantly wondering why your layout failed to reflect the artistic skills that are clearly present elsewhere. Why provide your visitors with above-average pixels and then have some average, kinda-crappy looking, borderline boring layout yourself? It's like you've saved the best stuff for your visitors and used the grotty leftovers for yourself.
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Review 322 - Alexandra of Eleqtro

(Thanks again to Ann for completing this review ^_^)

I like the way your site title looks, although I'm a little curious as to the sheep. Are sheep your favourite animal? Is the dude your mascot? Does he have a name? All will soon be revealed, I hope. Maybe, though, you could help him stand up a tad straighter, he looks a little uncomfortable in his present tilted position. Please ignore the fact that I'm assuming it's a guy, I mean, I'm not that used to telling male sheep from female.
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Saturday March 22nd 2008, 12.02pm

Review 321 - Lene of Silencios

(Thanks Clem! )

There are so many subtle details that make your layout amazing. You have the border around the whole layout, a drop shadow, and the Flickr Candy band at the bottom, which I love. The sidebar is patterned, which creates an impression that you have a painstaking eye for detail. I love your footer, too, with its one rounded corner, the gradient, and the flower at the bottom. I also love all the little icons you’ve used—they’re adorable and add personality.
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Review 320 - Alex of Thundered

(Thanks Ann! )

I've been wondering for the past five minutes how to express my feelings for your layout, and before you ask, I'm not in love with it. I'll come straight to the point: it's too grey. I can see about four different shades of grey, and that's at least two too many. I mean, I like the nice, shiny, almost Web 2.0 look you have going on, but it’s all so dark that the orange really doesn't bring enough contrast or colour into it. Let's think about this mathematically: four different greys, I can see three different shades of orange straight off, and a bit of glow. They rather cancel each other out, and the overall effect is grey. I like grey in layouts, but it gets a bit dull when the only other colour is in blocks of about 1cm x 15cm are in the headers.
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Friday March 21st 2008, 3.08pm

What was I supposed to do?

I have a question for anyone out there who uses online auction sites like New Zealand's Trade Me, or the more well known worldwide sites like Ebay. Have you ever had any trouble with buyers? Have you ever sent someone an item and they claim to have never received it? If so, what would you do? Can you actually be held accountable, even if you really did send them the package? For all you know they could be making it up in order to receive a refund, or someone could have nicked their mail. I wouldn't actually nick mail, but it does happen, there are people out there who would, especially if the mail looks enticing. I nicked a newspaper out of someone's box once but that was because I needed to look at the job section...this was like two years ago anyway.

A couple weeks ago I sold some manky, tent-like business shirt on Trade Me, for $10 NZD. This would equal $7 USD, or £3 if you're from the UK. Very cheap. Anyway, the girl sent me her mailing address a couple of days after the auction finished and I trotted down to the Panama Street NZ Post shop in Wellington and sent it off, along with some items for other people. I come back home one Friday and there's some stick-up-ass email saying that she hadn't received the top and she needs it by a certain date, blah blah blah. I emailed back straight away saying I had sent it, gave her the date and whatnot. I even confirmed the address I'd sent it to. I was wondering if she'd kick up a fuss...from the email I got a snobby, "me me me" vibe off of her. Just her attitude, y'know? Anyway, last night I received an email from Trade Me saying I'd received some new feedback, and sure enough it was negative feedback from her:

Item paid for but never received. Seller uncommunicative & unhelpful. Will not use Trade Me again thanks to this experience.

Wtf? So I responded with this:

Ooh get a load of the drama queen! Excuse me honey but how is it my fault that you didn't receive your package?? I sent it promptly to the address you provided. I replied when you asked me for dates and what not, what more do you expect? get off your high horse and stop acting like a spoilt brat. you obv have some problem with your mail so stop using me as a scapegoat. If I was a dishonest trader it'd surely reflect in others saying the same as you. no, didn't think so. good riddance from trade me.

I know my response may be a little over the top, but what was I supposed to do? I sent the damn thing. No doubt she'll take it higher and I'll get booted off Trade Me...trust me, Trade Me isn't the type of site where they'll take the oppositions' story into consideration. One time I even tried to sell a necklace online and some prick pressed the "Report this listing" button and Trade Me immediately took down my auction, giving the excuse that it was illegal to sell firearms and war memorabilia...or was it Nazi memorabilia? Something like that anyway. The necklace wasn't a fucking gun nor was it from a war, and it certainly had nothing to do with Nazi's. But whatever - that's Trade Me for you.

Is it my fault she didn't receive the ugly shirt? I don't think so...it was like she was totally expecting I'd be a typical kindhearted kiwi and give her some kind of refund...again, not bloody likely. Besides, I'm only half kiwi. I'm sorry that she didn't get it, but I honestly don't see how that is my problem.

Thursday March 20th 2008, 11.46am

Reviewers wanted for PSGR Queue

If anyone's up for a bit of reviewing please let me know - there are several sites in the queue that have been waiting since last year, and I'd like to get this cleared as soon as I can so I can concentrate on the 2008 sites. I intend on completing some of the 2007 ones myself but there are several that I'd like to offer to you guys. If you've had some reviewing experience / or you think you'd be able to write a review that meets the standards of PSGR, please e-mail me at psgreviews@gmail.com and I will give you a list of the sites available and you can choose one...or however many you want!

Thursday March 20th 2008, 10.27am

Four sites added to Review Club

...bringing the member count to 6. From now on though, I'll be announcing new members by way of changing the member count number on the sidebar, so just keep a watch out for that.

Wednesday March 19th 2008, 10.16pm

Review 319 - Lindsay of Absolute Serenity

Opinions - only one page here; What Is A "Normal" Body Image. Oh my gosh, lookie here, there's a randomly placed PSGR button! Randomly put just above the page title! Same one that's on your sidebar. So is this a secret code, is it supposed to mean something? This is soooo exciting. How very Dan Brown of you, Lindsay!
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Added updates:

BTW, post-review and I'm bored as fuck, so I googled "Renee Zellweger is ugly". 251,000 results were found. Thing is, I can't decide who to google next - Ashley Tisdale or Rumer Willis?

Wednesday March 19th 2008, 11.26am

Site Updates

I got rid of most of my link back buttons on the Submit page because they'd been around since 2004 and I decided that I now hated them with a burning passion. It happens.

Thanks to those who have joined the Review Club so far, and thanks as well to those who have started reviewing the members! Don't forget that if you're looking for some varied feedback from multiple viewers, you can always join yourself!

Lastly, thanks to those who have noticed the "Vote" button at the bottom of the sidebar - I appreciate your voting for me!

Looking to complete another review very soon so watch out for that.

Monday March 17th 2008, 10.41pm

The Review Club is BACK!

All new and improved. <--- There's the link on the sidebar, go for gold! Join now!

Monday March 17th 2008, 2.28pm

Review 318 - Kyndra of HBW

Readables - Two Harry Potter related pages here, looks like some quizzes which....oh wait..*sniff*....*sniff sniff*....*sniff sniff sniff*....what on earth is that stink?!?! Oh, it's your Other section, in which three links are housed: Things to do in a lift, Funny definitions and Funny celeb quotes. Oh gross man, why are you presenting this tripe? Generic much? This is supposed to be, quote, a "Potter site that struts originality". This section is a great example of steaming unoriginal crap that bears no relevance whatsoever to Harry Potter. Best thing to do is delete the garbage and sanitise the area accordingly.
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Sunday March 16th 2008, 11.12pm

OMGZ it's Weeannin!

If I was still a-workin', I'd be like "it's weannin shit, hallelujah it's weaannin shiit..." as in that tacky "It's Raining Men" song by some dodgy crooner of yesteryear. Actually, in this case, Weannin = Rhiannon. Yay for random nicknames that sound retarded when said aloud! Hells yeah.

Anyway, new layout as you can see. Do you like the bear or do you like the bear? His name is....HAHA, the layout might be babyish but I haven't gone so far as naming the bugger. (It's a boy bear.) If held at gunpoint and forced to name him, I guess I'd call him Steady Teddy, because he's so chill and so...so with it. unlike me

You may call him Steady Teddy if you wish, but as for me personally I'll keep him nameless.

Newsflash regarding the Praise The Lowered competition from last weekend - the randomly selected winner is....TOM! So, Tom, if you could please e-mail me your posting address and I will try and get the top out to you as soon as possible. Leaving the house will be involved so it's anyone's guess as to when I'll do it...just kidding, sort of, but no seriously you'll get your prize soon buddy. Stay tuned for the next competition!

PS - Boring ass site update: The PSG: Historically page mysteriously disappeared from the "About Me" menu, so I've just put it back. Must be the ugliness of the second pic there eh...full face much?

Friday March 14th 2008

Please leave a message (currently away from the bullshit)

Woo! Woo! Woo again! On February 4th, 2008, I willingly crawled into a hole. On Tuesday March 11 2008 I finally found my way out of it.

Yes, I'm free, and boy do I have a story to tell.

As you know, I'm famously internet-less for the week, so my partner James checked out my job leaving poll on his computer at his work and relayed the results back to me via text message. He expressed surprise at the amount of "No's" - people thinking I should actually stay at the crusty joint. Because of the way these particular visitors voted I decided to go back to the job just to decide once and for all whether I should stay or whether I should go. So yeah, I went back on the Tuesday and as soon as I sat down the butt ugly shitbag of a team leader started giving me hardcore evils. Said team leader, by the way, is so retarded he spells dancing as "dansing" and, according to Charlie, doesn't wash his hands in the toilet. Anyway, I am supposed to work from 12.30 - 8.30 pm but I only made it to 4.30 pm because I just thought "fuck it" and just randomly walked out. First up the cunt makes a big deal of saying I'm not allowed on the phones until I've had a talking to, so I'm dragged off into some cramped room where I am essentially slammed for the fact that I'm a fucking human being who fucking treats other people with fucking respect!!!! I know you guys are justifiably surprised by that, but everyone's a little bit different offline, and besides, I treat customers with respect because well, I thought that that was the whole point of customer service. Treating your customers with respect and showing empathy, and identifying their needs and shit. He was nagging about how instead of offering semi-interested people a brochure I should 'push for the sale!'. Oooh, so how come every time I suggest a brochure to people they say "Yeah that'd be better", and that they'd enjoy reading something in their own time and deciding upon something in their own fucking leisure?!? Why should I push people into buying something they're not too sure about? Especially when these people are kind and respectful to me on the phone, why shouldn't I treat them with the kindness they have treated me? He's all like "It actually costs the company a lot of money to send out a brochure to someone", and I rolled my eyes and said "Yeah, three whole dollars, whoop de shit." and he ignored me. (the company is a "Fortune 500 company", which means they're loaded.) Then he had a fit over the fact that I asked a customer if she was naked. Basically the lady was really nice and I made a sale out of her, and then she said "I'm just going to get out of the bath", and I was like, in a good-natured voice, "are you speaking to me NAKED?!". Apparently the word naked is a big no no. Like I care. Just because the team leader probably looks shocking naked...I mean, if I look at my pinky finger right now I can imagine its size would be identical to his..."jewel". (in no way a diamond, said jewel would surely be like, cubic zirconia, or maybe even a shard of glass from a gutter). Then I went on the phones and I was so pissed off that whenever anyone turned down the product I was like "Yeah fair enough" and "Yeah I wouldn't want it either", blah blah blah. Then I am taken aside again where I am yelled at because I rang up someone who was living in Australia, and on the tickbox I put "not contacted" (since they weren't contacted, just being logical) and I should have put "incorrect number". He was all like "I'm sick of this from you, I've got a zero tolerance of this from now on", blah de blah. It was then that I decided I'd had enough. Not just of the dimwitted team leader, but of the whole deal. At 23 I was amongst one of the oldest people in the damn building, which was rare. The majority of other people were in their late teens / early twenties and not quite out of the whole 'let's get pissed 24/7 and pass out in the nearest gutter" phase. There's more to life than alcohol, but whatever. Drinking to excess is something I've never understood....why drink so much that you feel like shit, throw up, and even suffer from a hangover? What's so fun about that? I enjoy alcohol too but I've never drunken myself into a comotose. At the beginning of every day we'd have to play fucking mundane kindergarten games like "ping pong par" or "whizz bang boing", in which you'd have to go in a fucking circle and do hand signals to match the sounds...like wtf? Are we all 12 or something? Was disturbed by the fact that everyone else seemed to come in their pants over the thought of playing these games. One time we even had to play leap frog, and I had to put on a frog mask and it smelt soooooooo bad! Like, of public places...and germs. Charlie, if you're reading this, you were the coolest thing about the damn fucking place. (Compliment.) Anyway where was I...and there's even a team budget and at the end of the month you all get 'pissed' together. The mere thought of consuming alcohol with *colleagues*...wtf? How miserable. The best drinking experiences are to be had amongst people that you actually want to drink with. I bet at their team piss-ups there'd only be lollywater anyway, like those babyish vodka cruisers or KGB's. None of the hard stuff that I enjoy in moderation. Most of the girls at the job are soooo damn ugly...and that's quoting from not one but two guys who said so. Don't worry I was like "wtf are you counting me in that or something" and they said no. Not that I care or anything, it's just good to know these things sometimes, it's all about improving your self esteem. Mine is sometimes low when it comes to certain aspects of myself.

Anyway, at 4.30pm, on my lunchbreak, I promptly left the job. I placed my swipe card on my keyboard and walked out the door, lit up a cigarette and strutted up the street. The walk of freedom, if you will. I turned off my phone at 5.00, knowing that it would start ringing off the hook since I hadn't turned up after my lunchbreak. Later on that night I checked my phone and there were a few messages going on about how "I didn't turn up after my lunchbreak and could I call this number blah blah blah". One was from the recruitment man, Mr T. Gay. (His last name is actually Gay, for real). Anyway, the Gaymeister was all like "call me call me" and of course I didn't. For the next couple of days he kept fucking calling my phone and texting me too. Then on Wednesday night I get a bitchy text from my MUM saying Gay called HER!! I was in massive shit from my mum, she always freaks out when I leave jobs. He played a dirty trick by making out 'they thought I was dead' and could I please call him. Umm I thought I made it pretty obvious I left the shithouse...small matter of placing the security card (needed to get in the building) in a prominent ass location?!?!Geeee, what does that indicate? So my mum was pissed at me, so I told her I quit because I found a better job. In this case it's easier to lie. I was so furious over the fact that he involved my family. That's the last time I'm providing an emergency contact number! Anyway, I ended up sending him a text saying "I've left the job because my team leader is a dimwitted asshole and a mean cunt. I have found new employment. Thanks, Rhiannon." And what does this generate? A million more texts and calls. Didn't answer, duh. I may be changing my phone number, luckily I have a supply of SIM cards for this very reason. Tom and Nellie, if I change my number I'll let you know.) The whole hounding me thing is getting kind of old now. Take the hint and fuck off.

I have never been in such an unprofessional, immature environment before in my life. I have also never been made to feel that I am shit at talking to people on the phones. I'm not going to try and push someone to buy something they don't want to. If they say they're not interested then that means they're not interested! Big deal, get over it. If they want a fucking brochure I'll arrange a fucking brochure. If someone wants to launch into a spiel about sports or the weather I'm not going to stop them. Argh!!! So glad I'm out of that shitty place. Happiness is more important than money. The money from this job was good, but you can't put a price on my state of mind. No one deserves to be made to feel miserable in a job, especially by some arrogant, unpopular team leader who practically the whole call centre despises. When you're in a position of power and you're in charge of leading a team and making sure it functions correctly, you need to watch the way you act towards others. If you come across as a cunt then you'll have no respect and people won't want to do well for you. This maggot's probably in the shit house because I left and he'll have to answer to management, and I know that my text to the recruitment man will be made known to management too. I just said what no one else had the balls to say. Apparently this idiot acts like an asshole because he has some issues outside of work...but so what? Does it look like I give a fuck? Ever heard of the popular phrase "Leave home at home?". In every job I've had since this one they've gone on about that. Just because he's got some lame ass shit going on outside of work he doesn't have to give me the evils 8 hours a fucking day and pull me up over every little thing.

I have absolutely no regrets about leaving the joint.. I may not have a lot of money to my name, but since when has that stopped me laughing? I paid off the remaining balance on my credit card with my final pay, and I've left the rest of the money in the bank. James was nice enough to buy me the 100 mL of Britney Spears' Believe, as well as a $120 Yves Saint Laurent accessoire de sac. I'll take pics tomorrow maybe! These two gifts were because on Monday it's our four year anniversary. When I got home from Wellington a couple hours ago I also got one of my online orders - a Deery Lou tote, a Katbots tote and a Tokidoki dress. Woo! If you want to find out more about the things I've bought online please visit my online shopping purchases page.

Right now I'm welcoming myself back to normality, and I hope that you're wanting some new reviews! I can guarantee that I'll be around to provide you with them. I'm very happy to be home.

Sunday March 9th 2008

Straight to hell

I'm listening to that song now, Straight To Hell by The Clash. It's very fitting, believe me. *sigh*

Really, really hatin' my job aye...sorry that I keep going on about it. I owe about $200 on my credit card and I'm wondering whether to do a complete 180 and act like a grown-up by staying in the role until it's payed off, and this would only take a week to do, OR do I rightfully put my happiness and sanity first and quit in true PSGR style, and sod the consequences of the credit card? I'm so miserable though...this job is making me depressed and I haven't been this way since we were living in Australia!

(Anyone reading this who's in Sydney - I lived above the Triple Ace Bar in bum-infested Surry Hills, you'd be depressed too!)

Wish I could rant in a hardcore, unadulterated fashion. Fuck legalities - names ought to named! Slanderous jibes need to be thrown, and desperately so! Haha, remember my personal site, Petshopgirl.TK! Fuck that was some psychotic shit!

*Okay calm down, you'll scare the pre-teens*

Perhaps it'd be safer all-round to move onto a new topic. Weee-lll, the Praise the Lowered contest has now closed, and ze winner shall be announced next Sa-TURD-ay. < --- Hehe, I said turd!!! Tee hee hee heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee omg, having a job is bringing on a state of insanity and all-round lameness, and quicker than I thought! Oh my gosh, what can I do about this??

(Gee, I really wonder.)

*winks*

Things will be getting back to normal around here soon, so sorry about how I haven't been around. I agree that this behaviour of mine has been tres lame. I'll see ya round...in the meantime be good and don't misbehave, but if you can't help but do so, at least do it in style. As a visitor to PSGR, this is something I fully expect of you.

Fine print - I am not wanting to leave this job due to laziness. My misery stems from the type of environment the workplace is, the lack of professionalism and the hardcore social atmosphere. I don't do the whole interaction thing, and even though it's usually easy to pretend it isn't in this case. I have major problems with certain people and certain stances that are associated with this call centre. Ideally I'd like another job in a more professional environment like I'm used to. I am 23 years old and I have to play fucking GAMES every fucking day before I go on the phones. Like, going round a circle saying "whiz, bang, or boing", OR alternatively there's the "ping pong par" game! Everyone seems to like this, many even beg for a game!! Helllooooo???????

Saturday March 8th 2008

PSGR Competition 1: Praise The Lowered T-shirt

Although soon I will be back to my naturally poor self (willingly, yo!) I currently have the means to run a competition, and first up the prize is a Praise The Lowered™ t-shirt! Praise The Lowered is a brand made and designed in Los Angeles, usually featuring Jesus over a chopper or a car, hence the name Praise the Lowered. Anyway, what's up for grabs here is an authentic Praise the Lowered lowrider tee that retails at $69.98 USD. This tee features Jesus over an old skool 64 Impala lowrider. I got this free when I made other purchases from this site, however since I have the long-sleeved, hooded version of this t-shirt I didn't really have a need for an identical short sleeved version. I've tried this on once but it was a little baggy on me. This is size MEDIUM, which would fit anyone who is a NZ 8-12. Unfortunately I'm not up with the play when it comes to international sizing systems but all I can say is that this top would fit a girl or guy of an average weight.

This will look great on both girls and guys! Competition open to visitors worldwide - I can mail this to any country.

To enter, just comment below with the words "count me in!". You can only enter once. At the end of the competition I will write down all the names and randomly select the winner. Please be prepared to give out your mailing address if you are selected as the winner. Do not include your address on the comment form!

PS - To get a better look at the prize, click here.

PPS - Normal blog coming soon and will appear UNDERNEATH the PTL contest. Miserable as sin in the job btw.

ENTRIES HAVE NOW CLOSED! WINNER DRAWN ON SATURDAY 15th MARCH! OOOOOOH!

Sunday March 2nd 2008

Die Rhiannon, die!!

A couple of sites have been added to the queue, and a couple have been deleted due to closure or the site owner requesting me to do so. Seems like a fun-lovin' PSGR camper has been posing as Vibeke from VEJC design who submitted for a re-review! I reviewed her Piczo site last year and by all accounts it didn't go down very well, and she claims that she didn't submit originally either. Teh funnies!! I'm not going to stop people from having fun, and in no way am I angry at whoever 'posed', but if the site owner finds out and contacts me about it then I will remove them from the queue, since at the end of the day this is primarily a requested review site. Don't worry, it's not about respect, LOL, it's just that I have enough real people genuinely wanting a review so they come first.

So I'm feeling dizzy right now because I think I just smoked fly spray. There was this scary scuttling spider on the doorstep before and I sprayed it, and I think my butt went in the vicinity of where the spray was. (I usually only smoke half a ciggie then stubb it and have the rest later, hence the butt.) Oh well, if I die at least I won't have to go to work tomorrow and that's all that matters. Fucking miserable times for me right now because of that place to be honest with you. Getting constantly insulted (in one way or another) on a daily basis isn't what I call fun. And no, this isn't from customers either. It takes all I've got to keep my mouth shut and refrain from telling certain people exactly what I think of them.

You know that feeling of dread you get when it's Sunday night and you've got school the next day? That's how I feel right now. It shouldn't be this way, and if I'm unhappy then something needs to be done. You know what I mean. I can't believe I said on my About Me page that I loved the job! I went and deleted that part yesterday anyway. Plus I added two new pics of me to the Personal section in Photography. Does anyone want to assassinate me so that I don't have to go to work again? Has to be before 12.30pm tomorrow because that's when I start work and by then it'll be too late. Please be an early bird and get in for the kill beforehand.

PS - Hillarie, I tried to reply to your email but it got returned to me by the postmaster :( I don't know any alternate address for you so I'll just paste the email here:

Well, I'd be pissed too! It seems kind of weird that a girl two years older than you is hanging around your group of friends...this could possibly mean that the girls at her own level can't be bothered with her! At my high school there were girls like that, usually not very popular / very annoying / both who would befriend the younger kids because they were outcasts among the girls in their own age group.

Maybe she's pressing this guy because she thinks she's doing you a favour....when really she needs to butt out! How annoying for you!!

Public messages FTW!

PPS - Don't forget to kill me. I'm counting on you. Could you please freeze me as a means of preservation, and then you can defrost me at a later date and somehow bring me back to life via the elite skillz I know you possess. It's just that I ordered some things online today and I'd like to be around to collect them etc.

PPPS - Bet they'll get lost in the mail anyway.