Daddy's gonna pay for your crashed car
I made a decent amount of sales today, but I also called about 100 more people than my quota and I got yelled at (a lot. Not just by people who were annoyed that a telemarketer was calling them - these were people who decided that since I personally was calling them, I must be a demon from Hell and the best possible way to exorcise me was to insult me and my intelligence). Six hours of work was too long, I was ready to go home by 12:00. It's a day of extremes, though, because the bright spot in it was very bright.
We pitch specialized magazine sales - stuff written for engineers, hairstylists, day care managers, stuff like that, and one of the things we were selling today was stuff for locksmiths. I called probably around 250 locksmiths and mechanics, and one of them told me to get off the phone in the best way imaginable. I called an auto shop in New York, went through the pitch, and was interrupted by an impatient "Miss, I can't talk right now, I'm working on a job. You know that guy Bono from U2? I'm fixing his car right now."
"..." I said, very eloquently.
Fucking AWESOME!
We pitch specialized magazine sales - stuff written for engineers, hairstylists, day care managers, stuff like that, and one of the things we were selling today was stuff for locksmiths. I called probably around 250 locksmiths and mechanics, and one of them told me to get off the phone in the best way imaginable. I called an auto shop in New York, went through the pitch, and was interrupted by an impatient "Miss, I can't talk right now, I'm working on a job. You know that guy Bono from U2? I'm fixing his car right now."
"..." I said, very eloquently.
Fucking AWESOME!