Telesales!!!! Arrrrghhhh!
How dare something like work - and work like this- clip my wings!!! I guess it had to happen though. Something to bring me back down to earth with bum-bone-banging thud. I've just had a rye old larf reading my last entry - so upbeat and care free... didnt have my head depressingly full of 'Objection Handling' and 'Closing the Sale' then did I?
So brace yourselves for a good old hearty laugh (point your finger too if you like and hold your sides) because laydeeez and gents, Im selling Accidental Death Insurance. If you kark it in some insane and unlucky way (and you never know when the old Grim Reaper is gonna come-a-callin) then A---- Insurers will pay out a few grand to your loved ones. Im in full agreement with a customer I spoke to yesterday after my 63rd failed attempt to flog the bloody policy: 'Blaaddy hell love! Me rellies can get stuffed! There arent any pockets in a shroud are there?'
Ho ho ho- it is eerily like Ricky Gervais' The Office except that 90% of the poor bastards chained to their desk and earpeice are travellers because the job is so crap you cant get the Aussie locals to touch it. My desk neighbour (in her other life shes a journalist) Brit Andrea summed up the whole dreadful situation like this:
'We've crossed over to the dark side.' The force has never felt so weak.
There are two backpackers in my team who Ive met before an'all. David the Belfast lad I first came across in Buenos Aires. And Sophie & Claire, if youre reading this - remember that annoying Canadian bird from Queenstown. Well yep, the very same. Nearly died when I saw her.
I remember packing my job in customer service in 6 years ago, giving a little Simon & the Witch click of my heels and flicking the V's to the building smug in the knowledge that I would never have to do a job like that again. Well I'll tell you what folks- the price for my footloose and fancy free living of the past six months is extraordinarly high... I even have a boss who looks like David Brent and is 'really excited about this campaign'. Yep. Sad but true.
The upshot of such an awful job is that all of the little deviant travellers who work there join forces in the local and spend the measley weekly wage getting totally wasted. Then they have to work another week in the hope of actually saving some money to move on but by day 2 of the new week have run out of will power and go and blow it all again... and A---- Insurers rub their hands and increase the grip on their 3 month contract workers...
Anyway before you all feel too sorry for me I can add that I get Mondays off. And this particular Monday is blazing outside so its offski to the beach. But by Christ I deserve it....
So brace yourselves for a good old hearty laugh (point your finger too if you like and hold your sides) because laydeeez and gents, Im selling Accidental Death Insurance. If you kark it in some insane and unlucky way (and you never know when the old Grim Reaper is gonna come-a-callin) then A---- Insurers will pay out a few grand to your loved ones. Im in full agreement with a customer I spoke to yesterday after my 63rd failed attempt to flog the bloody policy: 'Blaaddy hell love! Me rellies can get stuffed! There arent any pockets in a shroud are there?'
Ho ho ho- it is eerily like Ricky Gervais' The Office except that 90% of the poor bastards chained to their desk and earpeice are travellers because the job is so crap you cant get the Aussie locals to touch it. My desk neighbour (in her other life shes a journalist) Brit Andrea summed up the whole dreadful situation like this:
'We've crossed over to the dark side.' The force has never felt so weak.
There are two backpackers in my team who Ive met before an'all. David the Belfast lad I first came across in Buenos Aires. And Sophie & Claire, if youre reading this - remember that annoying Canadian bird from Queenstown. Well yep, the very same. Nearly died when I saw her.
I remember packing my job in customer service in 6 years ago, giving a little Simon & the Witch click of my heels and flicking the V's to the building smug in the knowledge that I would never have to do a job like that again. Well I'll tell you what folks- the price for my footloose and fancy free living of the past six months is extraordinarly high... I even have a boss who looks like David Brent and is 'really excited about this campaign'. Yep. Sad but true.
The upshot of such an awful job is that all of the little deviant travellers who work there join forces in the local and spend the measley weekly wage getting totally wasted. Then they have to work another week in the hope of actually saving some money to move on but by day 2 of the new week have run out of will power and go and blow it all again... and A---- Insurers rub their hands and increase the grip on their 3 month contract workers...
Anyway before you all feel too sorry for me I can add that I get Mondays off. And this particular Monday is blazing outside so its offski to the beach. But by Christ I deserve it....
posted by LesAlanos @ 1:51 AM
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