I wouldnt brag about sitting on your arse all day picking up phones... I'm glad you put all your skills into something worthwhile. Or did you go to college to acquire skills in such high demand?
i wouldn't brag about it either. i mentioned it to explain the fact that i profile people based on available information. that's why certain members of this board call me a bum and a freeloader for not working desk jobs anymore and simply repairing and selling treadmills.
although i could brag if you'd like. it all started with telemarketing jobs when i was 15 or so. i bussed tables, too and once worked at KFC and mcdonalds (not simultaneously). but i always made more money on commission jobs. for a while, i worked a commission only job with dish TV. cold called people out of the phonebook and made $90 each sale, $0.00 otherwise. developed my skills. i've sold people a piece of paper with commonly available banks offering prime rate credit consolidations on it for hundreds of dollars to many people, often convincing them to take a cash advance on their nearly maxed out cards to buy this sham. coffee is for closers. i was a closer.
i moved on to soliciting donations and liked that much, much more. low pressure, easy sell, nice work places. only problem was that i was working for a pro-life "non profit". i was one of the best sellers against partial-birth abortions, but all that money i raised went 95% or more into running the operation, paying fat salaries to my turd of a boss, and the occasional $5k to a senator's campaign so that he would mention a specific phrase. sanctity of life ring a bell? i hocked that shit to more people than you can ever imagine.
but they moved onto greener monetary pastures and the script changed to getting donations for shrub. i can hock red meat to prevent partial birth abortions, but i refused to raise a red cent for shrub. so i quit. moved onto another partial commission gig getting donations from alumni and parents of the state college i was attending. put myself through college on that mother fucker. i raised twice as much as the next best caller in the place, sometimes made $60 an hour, although the gig was only 4 hours a day. by the end, i was writing the scripts and convinced them to target affluent zip codes more heavily, to great success.
i had to move before i finished my degree when my wife got into grad school. so i dropped out of college, moved with no idea where my next paycheck would come from, and within 3 weeks was once again gainfully employed. this time it was a change, i was managing a network of repair shops for a company that sold cheap chinese dirtbikes and ATVs. i was hired to do customer service for french speaking customers in quebec, but was quickly promoted to repair shop manager. i loved that job. in my mind, i was in a different dirtbike repair shop in a different part of the continent on every phone call. one minute, i was sitting in a quiet shop in lethbridge, canada, talking about how to repair a broken X,Y or Z from scratch since we didn't have the part, the next minute, i was convincing a nice shop in schenectady, new york to take our repair work. that was a great job, loved my boss and the entire company.
but alas, great things do not last. the company couldn't pay everyone (not surprising, the worst part of my job was bullshitting salt of the earth mechanics that their check would eventually arrive) so they got bought out and everyone was gone. no one was surprised. moved onto a job with the best customer service provider in the NW, quickly worked my way up to manager/trainer. but this was a company that was known as a "hostile employer". they do constructive discharges to the max every christmas season and generally just recycle through employees. more than 300 people working there and i was only outlasted by less than a dozen when my time came due.
lived on their nice severance check for a while, then onto unemployment. did not seem wise to continue to give away what i grew while unemployed, so i gradually started charging. everyone liked it, so i kept growing more. eventually, i discovered the treadmill business in full and that is where i happily reside.
phone gigs may not seem glorious, but if you take an interest in imagining what is pinned on the door of the fridge of the person you are talking to, it can be fun.
i bet i could talk to anyone here for 5 minutes and guess the content of their pockets still.