i have the worst job in the whole fucking world. you may think your job can compete with mine, but you’re wrong. you may think that your job makes you tired and thirsty and angry and nasty and whatever, but i promise you mine is worse. this is because i am a telemarketer.
people hate telemarketers. my family hates them, so much that we had our phone number put on private so we could avoid them. and now i’ve become one. one of those earth scum that no one likes or trusts. oh the irony.
and you know what, the worst thing is: I HATE PEOPLE THAT REJECT ME!!! even though i was once one of those people.
i HATE it when they just hang up and don’t even give me a chance to talk. but i hate it even more if they let me ramble on and then reject me because it wastes my time. the whole thing makes me angry and bitter. grrrrr.
the thing i’ve realised is that most people of different ethnicities won’t donate to me (my telemarketing is for a charity). they make up shitty excuses about having dinner right now or pretend they can’t speak english. however, the european/australian/skip/white people are much more likely to donate, and sometimes are actually sorry about not being able to give you money. stupid asians. you’re all gay.
i think this comes from the amount of scams in asian countries, although i’m not sure if it’s the same for india and russia and greece, etc. in china, if you give anyone your credit card details, you’re bound to be paying off the maxed debt for the rest of your life.
sigh. bitter distrust. why do you exist, and why do you mock me so.