Workin' fo da May-un
Okay so I actually work for a woman but you get my point. I work as a telemarketer for my college this semester which means I go to a room full of people who look at me like I lit a fart on fire when I laugh at jokes they make (sorry to overhear you, O Female Two Inches From My Elbow) and then I spend 3h calling people who either hang up, don't answer, and occasionally just refuse politely to give money to the Annual Fund. Hoorway!
But fear not, gentle reader, only 1 more shift after tonight required. I might do another for the money but thinking I only have one more is an encouraging thought when I'm dealing with two 10-page essays, four 18x24 self-portraits, nine 5x7 drawings of tampons, and other such fun-ities.
The Perks of Being a Telemarketer for Your College:
But fear not, gentle reader, only 1 more shift after tonight required. I might do another for the money but thinking I only have one more is an encouraging thought when I'm dealing with two 10-page essays, four 18x24 self-portraits, nine 5x7 drawings of tampons, and other such fun-ities.
The Perks of Being a Telemarketer for Your College:
- You get funny old women who used to be bra-burning feminists in the 60s and 70s!
- You get Muslim Extremist answering machines that have ominous background music!
- You get to pronounce names Carmel and Deshawnda on a semi-regular basis!
- You get Asian names you can't say and they don't have a Mr./Ms. in front so you have no hope of not offending them before asking for money!
- Sometimes your boss gives you candy!
- You get money to buy your own candy!
- You get to go on AIM, LiveJournal, FaceBook, and any other website that can be paused when your prospective picks up!