How many people are familiar with the term boiler room? For those of you who are not? A boiler room is a big room filled with as many people as possible, calling other people..IE..telemarketing..Anyways, the last few months I've been working in one..I'll admit something, the first few weeks going to work made my stomach turn. Nowadays, I don't mind it so much. Anyways, my job is to get as many political surveys as possible..So the next time some one calls you and wants your opinion on the upcoming elections, have a heart and take a brief survey. It could be me on the other line:)
I've got a funny story to tell, at least I think its funny and that's the only thing that matters:) The other day I ended up sitting next to a lady who was extremely drunk. It was quite amusing listening to her talk on the phone.."Hello sir, my name is Audrey and I would like to perform a survey on you. What's that? You don't want to have a survey performed on you. Why not? Fuck you then! This fucking job sucks!" She then looks at me and slurs the words.."Why are people so fucking mean? What's your name?" I could smell the gin on her breath from a mile away. I didn't want to give her my real name, so I told her it was Charlie Tweeter (Charlie Tweeter is my alias, I lifted it from Scott Caan's character in Varsity Blues)..She then asked if she could borrow 5 dollars. I asked what for? "My buzz is starting to fade on me, and I want to run across the street to the liquor store and slug a 40 at break." I decided against loaning her the money, I don't want to be known as an enabler.
At first it was funny listening to my drunken cohort. Experiences like this make a very mundane job sort of interesting, but now she was becoming very annoying. After a few hours of listening to her moan and groan about how she needed another beer things went silent in her cubicle. I peeked over to see what was going on, and lo and behold she was passed out cold in her chair. The floor supervisor came by a few minutes later and tapped her on the shoulder.."It's time for you to go home Shirley. Come back when your sober up." I watched her fumble out of her chair and then stumble out of the place. As she was leaving she looked back at me and said.."It was nice meeting you Charlie. We should get a drink one of these days." My reply? "I don't think so, but have a nice day."
I like to end every post of mine with a thought I'm having..Call it the village idiot thought of the day.."It was both funny and sad watching this lady at work..The funny part? She was drunk as a skunk at work and know one gave a shit..The sad part? She was drunk as a skunk at work and know one gave a shit."
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