Love my job!---NOT. Although, for the very first time in over six months, I actually got a compliment. That honestly took me aback, that did. Wow. I was told that I was really doing a good job on the phones today, by one of the supervisors--and I did, I made 5 sales, which was pretty good, for me.
I had to work my way through a lot of nutters and snarks tho'. One guy answered the phone, "Yo-yo! What up?" I asked for the person, and got in reply, "Yo-yo, bitch, you have the wrong number." Nice. I so desperately wanted to ask this boy, "Do you like people to know that you're a complete moron, the minute you answer the phone?" Because I couldn't tell whether it was a real wrong number or the guy was just being an arse, I erred on the side of the arse, and put him in for a call-back early Saturday morning--very early. Telemarketers Revenge, Mrawww-ha-ha-ha! 
One guy, when I inquired after his wife, responded, "What's she owe, now?" Well..there's a happy marriage, I'm guessing.
Also, a woman positively screamed at the top of her voice, "HELLO!" Then promptly slammed the phone down. Charming lady.
But..that's the nature of the business. I do hate ringing up southern women tho'--meaner, nastier, snarkier excuses of womanhood have never existed before the advent of the Deep South. The Spanish inquistors would have loved them.
Here's what one southern woman snarked at me, when I said hello and asked for her: "What's yore problem?"
A co-worker gave me a bit of a laugh today.
Seems she'd lost her mobile for a whole week--until her boyfriend found it in her bed. She didn't hear it ring, because it was set to vibrate. Okay, if you don't get why I found that funny, just think about it for a few minutes...
