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

th3 s1aught3r said:
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
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Aye man. Fuck knows how companies who do cold-calling make any sales other than from harassing someone into submission. If you wanted a conservatory you'd go out & fucking get one, you wouldn't sit about all day hoping that someone will phone up & offer you one.

TheSpade said:
I can't stand jobsworths or people who get carried away when they just work a shitty min wage, unimportant, job.
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Call centres are full of pricks like that. They think they're doing something important when really they're just there to help the stats, the company gives not one fuck about them or the cunt that's on the other end of the phone.
 
parttime crackhead said:
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).
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Ha. I have never worked in such an environment but I did work at Sky in Livingston for a while and I accidentally went to the call centre warehouse on my first day, it was terrifying. Like something out of Bladerunner or THX-1138.


TheSpade said:
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.
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Someone like that, I can well believe she did it for the social life / sense of achievement / fun.
 
But she hated it clearly, stressed out her mind, always in a mood, storming off, moaning. Where's the fun in that? What do you actually achieve apart from a gold star on the wall and if you're (un)lucky a meal with the boss at lunch time. Braw!

If that's what motivates and excites you in life you may as well just end it now.
 
parttime crackhead said:
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.
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haha wow, someone has definitely had a terrible experience in a telesales kinda of place :D

Its not like I lived for it lol, it was still a drag but actually having numbers and targets to aim for meant it was a skill based thing - each week I'd try to break last week's score, and hence earn more commission. Makes an otherwise shit job not completely soul destroying I think. Yeah I'd much rather be sitting at home in my boxers eating cornflakes any day but this is what makes telesales more interesting than say a standard customer service role where you just sit there answering calls from people complaining all day. I just think its wrong to brand call centre work all in the same boat, that's my point. Now put the knife down.

Is it so wrong to find elements of enjoyment in work? Have to spend 40 hours a week doing it, might as well try.

th3 s1aught3r said:
what were you selling ?
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This was BT telephone plans. I'd call people with BT line rental and convince them to change their call plan from sky/virgin to BT.

I'm selling something at business level relating to construction tax now, a lot more in depth and less repetitive.

I miss the BT place though, great crowd to work with. Yes I'm sorry Spade, I did occasionally enjoy my time there :(
 
knockando said:
Ha. I have never worked in such an environment but I did work at Sky in Livingston for a while and I accidentally went to the call centre warehouse on my first day, it was terrifying. Like something out of Bladerunner or THX-1138.
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I know some folk that have worked there. As far as I can tell it was quite similar. Dunno about layout wise or that, but environment wise. The only good thing about it was watching the entire place go into fucking meltdown if the phone lines went down. TLs (who were only paid a couple of grand more than me) actually running about in a proper state of panic, freaking right out their dial, because some phone calls wouldn't get answered, it was fucking hilarious.


Inso - You're right, it is wrong to put it all in the same boat. Put the telesales cunts in the boat with the holes in it.
 
Is it so wrong to find elements of enjoyment in work? Have to spend 40 hours a week doing it, might as well try.
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Yes it is wrong, especially when it's call centre and particularly telesales work. You're only behind traffic wardens in the cunt stakes.


watching the entire place go into fucking meltdown if the phone lines went down. TLs (who were only paid a couple of grand more than me) actually running about in a proper state of panic, freaking right out their dial, because some phone calls wouldn't get answered, it was fucking hilarious.
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Was same in my place, people running around crazy freaking out when it happened. You'd think someone just told them their kids had been kidnapped or something not that the phones were down.
 
TheSpade said:
But she hated it clearly, stressed out her mind, always in a mood, storming off, moaning. Where's the fun in that? What do you actually achieve apart from a gold star on the wall and if you're (un)lucky a meal with the boss at lunch time. Braw!

If that's what motivates and excites you in life you may as well just end it now.
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That's a bit extreme! Some people just seem to like the emotion, although I suppose there has to be some positive emotion, and your woman got that from her gold stars etc.
 
I knew my post about liking telesales would cause an uproar. My work here is done.

TheSpade said:
Yes it is wrong, especially when it's call centre and particularly telesales work. You're only behind traffic wardens in the cunt stakes.
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Why? If I'm there anyway might as well not hate every minute. Would just be more depressing then.

parttime crackhead said:
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.
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Had a few like that when I was in the big telesales place haha, they often fitted that description, especially my last team manager - total cockend
 
TheSpade said:
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.
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A manager at one of my old jobs hit me with "You're not just letting yourself down, or letting me down, you're letting the whole team down" while I was hiding in my mate's bathroom making the ecto-fuelled Sunday morning sickie call. God knows how I managed not to laugh, I was looking at my eyes pinging out my head in the mirror while he was rambling on about letting the side down hahaha.
 
Like you give a fuck about 'the team'. Like the other members of the team would stop and think about you knocking your cunt in if they fancied pulling a sickie. I used to make up wild excuses for being off on weekends because of drugs. Usually I'd still be cunted and it'd be 3pm in the afternoon and time for work, got sick pay (double time at £15 an hour too), and was off all the time. Was making up deaths of dogs I've never had, being in car crashes, getting stranded in other cities because my bank card got swallowed etc. I remember my mate phoned in sick with the 'uncle just died' excuse only to remember 5 minutes later his aunty worked there too and people were obviously going to ask her about it and whether it was her husband. :D
 
TheSpade said:
Was making up deaths of dogs I've never had, being in car crashes, getting stranded in other cities because my bank card got swallowed etc. I remember my mate phoned in sick with the 'uncle just died' excuse only to remember 5 minutes later his aunty worked there too and people were obviously going to ask her about it and whether it was her husband. :D
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lol


I'm pretty sure you posted here about your bank card getting swallowed and you getting stranded, were you just covering all the bases in case your work were following you on BL?
 
I don't recall that actually ever happening. You might be thinking of the bank fraud in Brazil but obviously I wasn't working at that time. This was years ago though knock, talking 7 or so.
 
Reading this has made realise, even more, why I loathed my telesales jobs. That whole 'team spirit' bollocks, that got rammed down your throat, was fucking awful. I was taking a lot of pills, back then, so used to have a lot of angry days. I used to abuse the internet, cheer the wrong sales team - just to piss people off - and generally end up getting fired, but be happy about it. Warehouse work is slightly better, as you don't have noisy, fake, bullshit in your ear, constantly. They are both so fucking soul destroying, and are my main reason for going it alone, on the employment front. My IT jobs were pretty good, as I really enjoy building PCs - also, my new venture is (and has been) my hobby, since I was able to pick up a screwdriver. It already looks like it's going to be a success. People have been telling me to do it for years. I'll never have a boss again, and I'm so happy about that. I don't understand people who can do telesales, for years and years of their life.
 
You were telling us the other day you weren't even making £280 a month, wouldn't get too carried away just yet about never having a boss again, it being a big success etc. ;)

And I'd seriously stop posting on here about you being self employed when you're still signing on, you never know who's reading this or what some cunt will do to get you into trouble.
 
Sorry if having a real talent offends you, son. ;) I know it's early days, but I've had a load of happy customers, and advertising is all that's stopping me - but, that means signing off.... I need to do it soon.
 
Haha. To be honest, the internet has stopped me destroying a few things, by warning me about oddly placed ribbon cables - or devices that are assembled to be as difficult as possible to open (Apple). Are you currently employed, Crack swede? Or was that call centre place your last job?
 
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