As I think I have said, I got a second job, this one at the Binghamton Press & Sun-Bulletin newspaper. Calling people to talk them into subscribing. Dammit, I want to write for the fucking paper, not sell it. I hate sales. I HATE it. I HATE it. I HATE it. A friendly suggestion on how to be a successful telemarketer:
"Dial and smile, Gary!!!" --an X-files episode in which the telemarketing supervisor was a monster and turned all of the employees into zombies...
Love,
~Helena*