Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Telemarketers
So working at night in the call center is hilarious. I see every type of human possible. There are more freaks and weirdos packed into these cubicles than any NYC subway.
There are guys who just graduated from high school and they now go to Dutchess Community College next door. They are a bunch of little g's who loudly call each other "nigga" and yell loudly about smoking weed and getting wasted while people are on the phone.
The teenage girls are all pregnant and they are constantly going to bathroom and coming back smelling of smoke. They wear really tight shirts to show off their bodies and you can practically see the fetus begging to come out.
There are really old people. These people are the most normal of the bunch. They are all retired and some of them lost their spouses and do this to kep occupied and have a social life. I actually like these people.
The middle age men are all guys who are single and have somewhat successful lives in a some sort of trade. One guy is an electrician, one is a plumber, and one plays saxophone in a band or something.
The last group is the worst. Middle aged women. They are all crazy as hell. One women walks around yelling shit about people's astrological signs. You can hear her yelling at other employees that the moon in not in their favor and they should stay home the next night. Another women has long blonde hair (obviously a wig) and a tan that makes Samuel L. Jackson look like a caucasian. She is always walking around trying to get everyone notice her. She does a good job because I feel nauseous everytime I see her. Then there is the women who does what she is not supposed to do and shares her political opinions on other people's surveys. She will ask who they are voting for and then no matter what go into this rant about how Sarah Palin is gorgeous and that men can't multi-task so they should vote for her.
God help me. I feel odd being the most normal person there.
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