there's no Jim or Pam at my office, but there is a guy named Boomer
I've been working at this really crappy job doing political surveys over the phone for about two months. It's terribly boring, a very depressing atmosphere and all my co-workers are society's finest rejects. Yet, I find myself not hating it; in fact, most of the time, I kind of like the job.
I think it's the perfect job for what I need right now-- it completely works around my schedule since I call in and tell them when I want to work each week, it pays far better than anyone would expect ($10.40/hr, compared to that job I got last Oct. in retail where they originally told me $9 training wage and then half-way through the first shift changed it to $7! so I quit after that shift), and the best part, there's absolutely ZERO responsibility! All I do is click buttons for four hours, and occasionally get to run-through the now memorized script introducing myself before you hang up on me. And you say you don't want to answer my survey, well, what the fuck do I care? it's no skin off my back-- however, if you are a cunt to me, I will set the dialer to call you back everyday, so consider listening to my 9 second intro before politely declining, thank you very much. And yet, even though I probably come across as far less interested in the survey than you are, I still manage to get record numbers; in my second week I was told I was doing a great job and to keep it up, wtf? Tonight I even spent a whole half hour of my shift texting both Taylor and Connor (that's right, I'm bi-textual) and I still managed to do more than 25 surveys. Some people end the night gushing about how they got maybe ten, and I can tell they're trying so hard for those ten too. There was one girl though that I actually felt bad for; she was clearly trying so hard, and taking every "no" to the survey so personally, but she was barely getting 4 surveys a shift, and one time only got one done the whole night. Needless to say, they fired her, which is why I feel bad for her 'cause even though I often show up 5- 10 minutes late, and will hang up before someone answers if I can't figure out how to say the name on the screen, I know they will never fire me, and there she was giving it her all.
Anyway, being such a boring job means I don't have a lot of work stories to share-- which I think overjoys everyone, including me-- but tonight I found myself highly amused by some of the street names from the area we were calling, the Cariboo North:
Oh, how I loved the last one, I was so hoping for a wrong number so I could ask if I had indeed called "123 Gold Digger Road" or not. But no such luck.
And to end such a fantastic post, I thought I would share a pic of my dog I took this afternoon. I've never been able to get my computer to read my digital camera, but today I had a brainwave of awesome and tried using Jim's computer instead, and lo and behold!
My dog Chaos
I think it's the perfect job for what I need right now-- it completely works around my schedule since I call in and tell them when I want to work each week, it pays far better than anyone would expect ($10.40/hr, compared to that job I got last Oct. in retail where they originally told me $9 training wage and then half-way through the first shift changed it to $7! so I quit after that shift), and the best part, there's absolutely ZERO responsibility! All I do is click buttons for four hours, and occasionally get to run-through the now memorized script introducing myself before you hang up on me. And you say you don't want to answer my survey, well, what the fuck do I care? it's no skin off my back-- however, if you are a cunt to me, I will set the dialer to call you back everyday, so consider listening to my 9 second intro before politely declining, thank you very much. And yet, even though I probably come across as far less interested in the survey than you are, I still manage to get record numbers; in my second week I was told I was doing a great job and to keep it up, wtf? Tonight I even spent a whole half hour of my shift texting both Taylor and Connor (that's right, I'm bi-textual) and I still managed to do more than 25 surveys. Some people end the night gushing about how they got maybe ten, and I can tell they're trying so hard for those ten too. There was one girl though that I actually felt bad for; she was clearly trying so hard, and taking every "no" to the survey so personally, but she was barely getting 4 surveys a shift, and one time only got one done the whole night. Needless to say, they fired her, which is why I feel bad for her 'cause even though I often show up 5- 10 minutes late, and will hang up before someone answers if I can't figure out how to say the name on the screen, I know they will never fire me, and there she was giving it her all.
Anyway, being such a boring job means I don't have a lot of work stories to share-- which I think overjoys everyone, including me-- but tonight I found myself highly amused by some of the street names from the area we were calling, the Cariboo North:
- Soda Creek
- Destiny Drive
- Horsefly Landing
- Gold Digger Road
Oh, how I loved the last one, I was so hoping for a wrong number so I could ask if I had indeed called "123 Gold Digger Road" or not. But no such luck.
And to end such a fantastic post, I thought I would share a pic of my dog I took this afternoon. I've never been able to get my computer to read my digital camera, but today I had a brainwave of awesome and tried using Jim's computer instead, and lo and behold!
My dog Chaos
