Elegant Ranting

I always saw myself working as a masseur critique jumping from one exotic paradise to another to sample the good life they offer, and getting a ridiculously hefty paycheck weekly for having myself kneaded by beefy, towel-clad manly men.

However, fate has it that i should be in a call center. It all started when Mader referred me to RMH. Working in a call center is everything that I expected; exhausting, boring, dehumanizing, mechanical… but only if you allow it.

I’m glad to say that I love my work and especially the people I work with. I’m a purchase collector. That means that I collect debts over 5 years old, calling people saying "whan y’all gonna pay’up?" It was difficult at first having to deal with liars, old folks, cancer sufferers (which defy statistics in collections), hang ups, answering machines and bad numbers but… once i got my paycheck, it all seemed okay. Kidding aside, I met new friends who make every tomorrow something to look forward to. Now thats a good thing.

Hey, if y’all interested in applying, all y’all need to do is hollah, i’ll get y’all hooked up. Don’t get it twisted, keep it real.

This entry was posted on Sunday, September 10th, 2006 at 12:54 pm and is filed under Current Affairs. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can skip to the end and leave a response. Pinging is currently not allowed.