CALLING TEENAGERS IS NOT FUN.
IF YOUR BOSS OR SOMEONE IN AUTHORITY GIVES YOU A JOB OR TASK TO COMPLETE AND IT INVOLVES CALLING TEENAGERS, QUIT YOUR JOB.
ugh.
UGH.
okay, phew.
breathe in.
so my task for the last two weeks has been to call hundreds of teenagers who entered this stupid online contest and let them know they won. what is the prize? some stupid portable personal communications device sorta like a t-mobile sidekick, except it's not as cool and no one knows what it is.
why am i calling? why didn't we e-mail? well.. we did e-mail. 3/4 of the kids didn't respond. why didn't we collect their addresses when they entered? we wanted to protect privacy. so now, i'm stuck calling all these fucking kids asking for their mailing address.
so, today's generation of teenagers, raised on the internet and victims of spam, spyware, telemarketing, and reality television... THEY THINK I AM TRYING TO SCAM THEM.
you see, when i call, their defenses are already up. they're like "who the fuck is this guy and what is he selling?" not to mention if a PARENT answers the phone, it's like that but 10 times worse, because i just called their house asking for their child in junior high.
so anyway, i have to FIGHT to convince some kid to let me send him a stupid electronic device that is worth $299, that at a bare minimum he could throw up on ebay and turn a sweet $200 profit at least.
i have made like 200 calls. there are 200 left to go.
it's just not worth it.
damn you, kids of america.
damn you all.
8 months ago
4 comments:
Oh man, that sucks!
I've had my share of fun teenage moments. In England, I ran the Youth Programs on base. I worked the Youth Center every weekend and took kids between the ages of 8-18 on field trips to malls, movies, and amusement parks.
Thrilling huh? Teenagers are definitely challenging. We weren't that bad, were we?
How about you stop at 200, and take the remaining 200, get them all mailed to you, and then sell them as your bonus for having to make those calls in the first place?
i'll take it and re-sell it. kidding. maybe.
i had a job interview on the phone and the publication blocked its number so when i answered my guard was up because i thought it was spam. surprise! it was a job opportunity! oops.
good luck!
God, I hate kids.
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