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Shit's ridiculous man.
I mean, really. Fucking ridiculous.
Tried joining the real world, today's my 2nd day. I stopped bartending at the pool at the Marriott... thinking it may be time to go back to the steady income of a 9-5 job.
Well... it's a 7-5 job... and it blows. Tied up inside a cubicle, it's nothing less of a prison than the old job I originally quit a year ago.
2 feet to my right is a red brick wall. In front of me, a 5 foot wall with a big map on it. To my left, another 5 foot wall, with a 3 ft entrance. Throw a door on that entrance, and it's an 8' x 5' cell, nothing short of what a convicted felon would get.
While trapped in my cell, I am tied to a 5 foot telephone line... where I try and recruit a person away from their current job, to go to the same field, at a different company.
A headhunter.
For the 'injection molding industry.' Whatever the fuck that is.
100 calls a day. That's the quota. Call time... above 2 minutes.
So... I've managed to come up with a plan. I call the companies our 'clients' work at... and I purposefully get lost in their automated world for about 5 minutes, then talk to the recording, as if a person were there. So far today, at 1:30, I've made 65 calls with an average talk time of 2:33. I've actually spoken with 3 people. Do the math.
Fuck.
See... the thing is they will pay me $15.62 an hour for my first 3 months. After that time period, I would be on straight commision.
I figured I would just milk them out of $7500 in 2 or 3 months, then bail house.
Well, fuck... I don't even know if I can make it til 5:00 this afternoon... let alone, 3 fucking months.
Ah fuck... seriously guys... are their any jobs out their that don't absolutely suck nuts? While not paying shit?
I wanted to be either a chemical dependancy counselor, or a youth counselor... well, after attending 4 more years of college, I'd get out, and make a whole whopping $28 grand a year.
I don't know... I've been away for a while, because when you're serving up drinks poolside, you don't sit behind a computer tied to a phone line, bored shitless... just thought I'd bitch to my old homies for a bit, and check on 'em.
And, if you're still around... how we doin'?
gymtime, curling, humorme, dballer, lilady, nightfly, havoc, the acclaimed goat slayer, my little bitch Kayne, Mr. Soccer shorts man (aka... chesty) ... how are you and your daughter's doing?
Anybody else I forgot to mention... I still feel the love... so, sorry I forgot to mention your name.
Well.. back to talkin' to automated machines.
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I mean, really. Fucking ridiculous.
Tried joining the real world, today's my 2nd day. I stopped bartending at the pool at the Marriott... thinking it may be time to go back to the steady income of a 9-5 job.
Well... it's a 7-5 job... and it blows. Tied up inside a cubicle, it's nothing less of a prison than the old job I originally quit a year ago.
2 feet to my right is a red brick wall. In front of me, a 5 foot wall with a big map on it. To my left, another 5 foot wall, with a 3 ft entrance. Throw a door on that entrance, and it's an 8' x 5' cell, nothing short of what a convicted felon would get.
While trapped in my cell, I am tied to a 5 foot telephone line... where I try and recruit a person away from their current job, to go to the same field, at a different company.
A headhunter.
For the 'injection molding industry.' Whatever the fuck that is.
100 calls a day. That's the quota. Call time... above 2 minutes.
So... I've managed to come up with a plan. I call the companies our 'clients' work at... and I purposefully get lost in their automated world for about 5 minutes, then talk to the recording, as if a person were there. So far today, at 1:30, I've made 65 calls with an average talk time of 2:33. I've actually spoken with 3 people. Do the math.
Fuck.
See... the thing is they will pay me $15.62 an hour for my first 3 months. After that time period, I would be on straight commision.
I figured I would just milk them out of $7500 in 2 or 3 months, then bail house.
Well, fuck... I don't even know if I can make it til 5:00 this afternoon... let alone, 3 fucking months.
Ah fuck... seriously guys... are their any jobs out their that don't absolutely suck nuts? While not paying shit?
I wanted to be either a chemical dependancy counselor, or a youth counselor... well, after attending 4 more years of college, I'd get out, and make a whole whopping $28 grand a year.
I don't know... I've been away for a while, because when you're serving up drinks poolside, you don't sit behind a computer tied to a phone line, bored shitless... just thought I'd bitch to my old homies for a bit, and check on 'em.
And, if you're still around... how we doin'?
gymtime, curling, humorme, dballer, lilady, nightfly, havoc, the acclaimed goat slayer, my little bitch Kayne, Mr. Soccer shorts man (aka... chesty) ... how are you and your daughter's doing?
Anybody else I forgot to mention... I still feel the love... so, sorry I forgot to mention your name.
Well.. back to talkin' to automated machines.
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