Wow, you guys are SOOOO funny. I worked as a telemarketer when I was SIXTEEN years old. Believe me, we did not care if you were funny. You were the 5,000th person that day that asked me what I was wearing. It was such a mind-numbing job that even the most vile profanities did not even cause me pause. I don't understand why people think it's such an offensive and gross invasion of their "privacy" when someone makes a sales call. If you don't want to talk to someone don't answer the damn phone. Besides, who doesn't have caller ID nowadays? If it's a blocked call or strange number, DON'T ANSWER! It's also not funny to ask for my phone number so you can bother me at home, nor is it funny to talk like Beavis and or Butthead and or Cartman, nor are you actually going to speak to my supervisor if you ask, you are in fact going to speak to my buddy sitting next to me who's going to tell you you're a self-important jackass who needs to shut the hell up.
But moreso, don't start being a jackass to some poor fifteen or sixteen year old kid working the best paying job he could find in his crappy hometown to save up for his own car.
Oh yeah, and I don't know if the place I was working at operated illegally or not (this was about six years ago), but when people asked us to be put on our do not call list, we had to get out a do not call list form (physical piece of paper) and ask to confirm their name and address. Most people would just scream at us "NO FUCK YOU NEVER CALL HERE AGAIN BLEEEARRRGHHH!" so they never got put on the list. If someone was especially rude we'd hit the "call back in five minutes" button and it would get shunted to someone else on the floor. That was always good for a few laughs.
Considering the battery drain wireless puts on my laptop, 1 hour is about all I can use anyway. And I'm never nearly awake enough in the morning to remember that power cable.
I go to college in Des Moines and saw the article a couple days ago. Is it really hard to imagine people in Iowa smelling things for a living? What the hell else are you going to do in this state?
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Wow, you guys are SOOOO funny. I worked as a telemarketer when I was SIXTEEN years old. Believe me, we did not care if you were funny. You were the 5,000th person that day that asked me what I was wearing. It was such a mind-numbing job that even the most vile profanities did not even cause me pause. I don't understand why people think it's such an offensive and gross invasion of their "privacy" when someone makes a sales call. If you don't want to talk to someone don't answer the damn phone. Besides, who doesn't have caller ID nowadays? If it's a blocked call or strange number, DON'T ANSWER! It's also not funny to ask for my phone number so you can bother me at home, nor is it funny to talk like Beavis and or Butthead and or Cartman, nor are you actually going to speak to my supervisor if you ask, you are in fact going to speak to my buddy sitting next to me who's going to tell you you're a self-important jackass who needs to shut the hell up. But moreso, don't start being a jackass to some poor fifteen or sixteen year old kid working the best paying job he could find in his crappy hometown to save up for his own car. Oh yeah, and I don't know if the place I was working at operated illegally or not (this was about six years ago), but when people asked us to be put on our do not call list, we had to get out a do not call list form (physical piece of paper) and ask to confirm their name and address. Most people would just scream at us "NO FUCK YOU NEVER CALL HERE AGAIN BLEEEARRRGHHH!" so they never got put on the list. If someone was especially rude we'd hit the "call back in five minutes" button and it would get shunted to someone else on the floor. That was always good for a few laughs.
Considering the battery drain wireless puts on my laptop, 1 hour is about all I can use anyway. And I'm never nearly awake enough in the morning to remember that power cable.
I go to college in Des Moines and saw the article a couple days ago. Is it really hard to imagine people in Iowa smelling things for a living? What the hell else are you going to do in this state?