The Job? Handling DENIED insurance claims.
*CRIES* My empathy is going to take a serious battering so if I'm a sad depressed nervous wreck emotionally for the next 6 months you'll know why. Because I'll have to listen to very sick people cry on the phone 8 hours a day, 40 hours a week.
And seeing as *I* am a very sick person without insurance, I will be more than a sympathetic ear.
I'm terrified this job is gonna make me suicidal.
But I have no choice, I have only 2 weeks of unemployment benefits left anyway, so it was take the first thing that comes at this point since I've had NOTHING for 8 months.
I'm not looking forward to this for 7 bucks an hour. That's too little pay for the sheer amount of emotional stress I'm going to suffer at this job.
Beggars can't be choosers as they say, I gotta suck it up and do it.
Good thing I really only communicate in this journal anymore. I'll not be a very pleasant person to deal with in the near future.
*HUGS* Thanks everyone for putting up with me.
and thanks for all the hugs, you guys are awesome