Career advice - "Do What You Love and You'll Never Work a Day"

[th3 s1aught3r]

Unfortunatly we live in a Capitalist society. I dont know why I say unfortunately, I just dont like the nature of capitalism very much. Come to think of it I dont like Socialism either but I guess If it wasnt for the welfare state I am sure plenty on here would have starved to death my now

 

[Inso]

There are people working in call centers who fucking kill their job, make a great commission

I've done a few different telesales jobs and I quite like them (I know I'm a weirdo). The thrill of the chase, making call after call and pushing people towards my point of view, its a great buzz getting a successful call after working at it for hours. My last place we had a board up with numbers and people would like high five each other and stuff, each day was like playing a team sports game heh. Yeah its repetitive and bloody mentally exhausting but give me sales over customer service any day. People always knock 'call centre' work but there is some good stuff out there.

Now because of my experience in various telesales roles I've got myself a business sales consultant position with decent prospects - eyeing up a city of london sales career hopefully in the future. I'd really advise anyone who's stuck for work to give telesales a go - there's fuckloads of it about, apparently companies expand into it at the moment with the recession while cutting backroom staff because its a surefire way of seeing a quick return on investment from staff. Fair few where no experience is needed - they are generally shitty but stick it out a few months and there's more varied and rewarding ones to be had. Its bloody hard work but can be very lucrative.

 

[th3 s1aught3r]

I've done a few different telesales jobs and I quite like them (I know I'm a weirdo). The thrill of the chase, making call after call and pushing people towards my point of view, its a great buzz getting a successful call after working at it for hours. My last place we had a board up with numbers and people would like high five each other and stuff, each day was like playing a team sports game heh. Yeah its repetitive and bloody mentally exhausting but give me sales over customer service any day. People always knock 'call centre' work but there is some good stuff out there.

what were you selling ?

 

[jancrow]

Man is the only animal on earth that uses currency.

I think that there are monkeys who exchange sex for food.

 

[parttime crackhead]

I've done a few different telesales jobs and I quite like them (I know I'm a weirdo). The thrill of the chase, making call after call and pushing people towards my point of view, its a great buzz getting a successful call after working at it for hours. My last place we had a board up with numbers and people would like high five each other and stuff, each day was like playing a team sports game heh. Yeah its repetitive and bloody mentally exhausting but give me sales over customer service any day. People always knock 'call centre' work but there is some good stuff out there.

You're that guy. Sorry, I mean that cunt. That cunt that actually enjoyed that sort of shite in a call centre. That cunt that I would want to stab in the eye with a biro on a daily basis. That cunt that somehow thought he was doing something good, that he was "winning". That fucking cunt. No offence but... Fuck the fuck off.

 

[Allein]

I think that there are monkeys who exchange sex for food.

And do meph and deliver the mail

 

[Mr Smokes Blunts.]

You're that guy. Sorry, I mean that cunt. That cunt that actually enjoyed that sort of shite in a call centre. That cunt that I would want to stab in the eye with a biro on a daily basis. That cunt that somehow thought he was doing something good, that he was "winning". That fucking cunt. No offence but... Fuck the fuck off.

 

[parttime crackhead]

 

[TheSpade]

I was cringing reading Inso post about high fiving, the 'buzz' of the sale, boards with numbers, it being like a sport. It's something out a comedy sketch show though it appears to be real. Sounds like a horrible working environment full of tossers.

 

[parttime crackhead]

At HSBC for a short period of time they had a fucking bell you were meant to ring & everycunt was supposed to cheer whenever you got a sale & you went to put it up on the scoreboard type thing. Apparently I was no fun because I'd just wait till I was going for lunch or something & write everything on the board at once as I was walking past it, the bell could get to fuck. They would try, & fail, to make me do it. I told them that I was paid to work, not paid to pretend I'm having fun so fucking leave me alone.

They would also have mega-cringe "award ceremonies" once every month or so. Makes me want to throw up just thinking about it. At least the tax office, for all it's faults, was more like an actual office job than a fucking children's play-pen.

 

[TheSpade]

They started trying to do shit like that in my last job, put up a white board to keep score of sales and make a big deal out of it, folk getting prizes and certificates for high sales. I got a bottle of wine once, drank it at lunch time round the corner from work with a bird I worked with. Was glad I got the wine, some other people got taken out for lunch to the local boozer with one of the managers, how the fuck is that a prize, being forced to spend your lunch time with your boss making shit small talk and not even being allowed to drink.

 

[Mailmonkey]

You're that guy. Sorry, I mean that cunt. That cunt that actually enjoyed that sort of shite in a call centre. That cunt that I would want to stab in the eye with a biro on a daily basis. That cunt that somehow thought he was doing something good, that he was "winning". That fucking cunt. No offence but... Fuck the fuck off.

I have to agree.

And do meph and deliver the mail

cunt. Although pretty much undeniable :D

 

[parttime crackhead]

folk getting prizes and certificates for high sales.

Aye, they were big on that as well. Fucking certificates haha. I never received one, obviously, so it's only just dawned on me the sheer ridiculousness of that. A fucking certificate for shifting a few credit cards? What on earth are you going to do with it other than launch it straight in the bin? If anyone, Inso I'm looking at you, has a certificate on their wall because they sold some shite in a call centre then burn your fucking house down right now.

I think, I may be wrong as my memory is a bit hazy, that HSBC actually dished out their "Advisor of the Month" etc certificates already framed. Fuck me, I hope I'm mistaken.

 

[knock]

being forced to spend your lunch time with your boss making shit small talk and not even being allowed to drink.

They took people to the pub and didn't let them have a drink? That's torture.

 

[th3 s1aught3r]

At HSBC for a short period of time they had a fucking bell you were meant to ring & everycunt was supposed to cheer whenever you got a sale & you went to put it up on the scoreboard type thing. Apparently I was no fun because I'd just wait till I was going for lunch or something & write everything on the board at once as I was walking past it, the bell could get to fuck. They would try, & fail, to make me do it. I told them that I was paid to work, not paid to pretend I'm having fun so fucking leave me alone.

They would also have mega-cringe "award ceremonies" once every month or so. Makes me want to throw up just thinking about it. At least the tax office, for all it's faults, was more like an actual office job than a fucking children's play-pen.

What was the bell in aid of , make everyone feel cool when it rang ? Its sounds like going to hell, fuck that
The most worrying thing about all that is that most cunts actually want to join in the fun. Like they think its really good craic
I take it you didnt stick around too long

 

[parttime crackhead]

What was the bell in aid of , make everyone feel cool when it rang ? Its sounds like going to hell, fuck that
The most worrying thing about all that is that most cunts actually want to join in the fun. Like they think its really good craic

The bell was to announce to anyone that couldn't tell from the giant smile on your face & solid hard-on in your pants that you'd just conned someone into paying for something.

Aye that was the worst thing, I was actually in the minority when I was sitting raging at this shit going on, as though I was the one that was wrong & they weren't all acting like massive cunts. Of course, if I was ever with anyone from work outside of work & mentioned this they agreed with me, then on Monday morning they were right back at it. Cunts.

 

[knock]

I think, I may be wrong as my memory is a bit hazy, that HSBC actually dished out their "Advisor of the Month" etc certificates already framed. Fuck me, I hope I'm mistaken.

I've seen framed certificates at companies I've worked for, frames with little stands on them, and people proudly displaying them on their desks!

Tends to be people in their early-mid twenties who haven't been out much, getting excited because they're hot shot of week/month/year.

 

[parttime crackhead]

Tends to be people in their early-mid twenties who haven't been out much, getting excited because they're hot shot of week/month/year.

Imagine essentially a gigantic open-plan warehouse, on two floors, packed with hundreds of those cunts, neddy-birds (translation: female chavs) & poofters (no offense to any gay people, imo there's quite a large difference between a gay man & a wee screechy poof). That's what the HSBC call centre I used to work in was like. Brutal.

Most of the managers or 'team-leaders' were just those wee certificate collecting pricks who'd been there for longer than your average human could possibly hack it so would get promoted by default (or by sucking dick). It was no coincidence that other than the gimpy wee guys who lived & breathed for it the only other people getting any sort of promotions in those jobs were slightly slutty 'work-hot' birds who were a bit too friendly with a 35-40 year old male manager.

 

[th3 s1aught3r]

The bell was to announce to anyone that couldn't tell from the giant smile on your face & solid hard-on in your pants that you'd just conned someone into paying for something.

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Lol. Thats what sales is all about at the end of the day. Conning some poor bastard into buying or signing up to something they are going to regret later
When they call me I always tell them to fuck off

 

[TheSpade]

Aye they started putting our certificates up on the wall as well as these big gold stars with your name on along side any positive feedback you got from customer surveys. I don't think I got any.

Tends to be people in their early-mid twenties who haven't been out much, getting excited because they're hot shot of week/month/year.

Nah most people that age at my place didn't give a a fuck, was the older ones who got carried away. One women, in her 50s, always made out she was minted (think perhaps she used to be as her husband owned a big company but he pied her), 2 houses, taxis to and from work yet working a min wage job which she moaned like fuck about saying it was the worst and lowest paid job she'd ever had (claimed she didn't need it, just couldn't stand not working, aye right!) and she'd mention at every fucking opportunity about how she had another gold star or ask how many you had now (still none like last week). Was cringe worthy. I can't stand jobsworths or people who get carried away when they just work a shitty min wage, unimportant, job.

That made me fucking angry just thinking about it there. :D

Most of the managers or 'team-leaders' were just those wee certificate collecting pricks who'd been there for longer than your average human could possibly hack it so would get promoted by default (or by sucking dick). It was no coincidence that other than the gimpy wee guys who lived & breathed for it the only other people getting any sort of promotions in those jobs were slightly slutty 'work-hot' birds who were a bit too friendly with a 35-40 year old male manager.

My manager used to come round every day and give us a pep talk and tell us how proud we should be about reaching our sales target that week or going daft if we hadn't saying we owed it to the company, we owed it to her but most of all we owed it to ourselves to perform well and do the best we could possibly do. She'd say "if you don't want to do the job, you shouldn't work here. I'm proud to work for such a prestigious company, I've got shares in them so my performance and your performance is directly linked" Used to make me want to punch her fucking face in. Alright for her sitting around all day 'supervising' (yet refusing to take manager calls a she's too fucking lazy) on her £12 an hour whilst we toil away for £6 working for an agency and being treated like shit by them as well as getting all the abuse under the sun from mongo customers who don't understand how a fucking phone works.