Oh man, am I feeling some kind sting. Remember how I said I was so happy to finally get a job in the happy thread? I'm not sure this gonna work out after completing my second day there.
I don't think I mentioned it before, I'm a telemarketer now. I'm advertising free hearing tests to what are the elderly most of the time. The company sells hearing aids.
It's just this mixture of extreme dull boredom with frustrating, depressing bits interspersed regularly. This is served in an uncomfortable chair at a desk facing a wall, in a small windowless room with five other people. The cherry on top is the ultimate goal is to make appointments and get people in, but those little successes are both few and far between, and a great deal less satisfying than I would hope so.
My coworkers are nice and friendly, but they're the type of cynical, crushed dreams, middle-aged and getting older and more crushed types. So, they're nice, but it's hard to relate, and it's horrifying to think I might be in a situation where I have to if I'm sliding into a similar position.
My job consists of of course calling people that most likely don't want me calling them, and that's a frustrating bit but, if it were JUST that I wouldn't mind as much. Sometimes I'm calling people that died a long time ago, sometimes I'm calling people that obviously need hearing aids but simply can't hear me, I'm calling elderly people that are simply so sad that they no longer can drive and all their kids ignore them, but the worst ones are when I call an elderly person that openly admits that he or she is simply waiting to die. Did I ever mention that I'm always thinking of my own mortality? Cause I need to wish those people the best of luck, and then just take a break for a few minutes to clear my head every time that happens.
It's really just my second day, and I've always complained that I thought the days go by too fast, but here the time is now moving so slow. These are the longest hours I can ever remember experiencing. Even keeping busy, each of the two days felt like an eternity. The uncomfortable chair is not kind to my ass by the way, the time can almost be measured by how close I'm getting to need to get up and stretch. Getting up and just chilling in the clockless bathroom for a few minutes is also a great break, but I feel it shouldn't be this way.
This is morbidly ironic, that my largest motivator to finding a new job has been me getting a job. I'm not sure what to do, I'm frantically asking for applications for fast food joints now. I thought of myself as above that kind of work before, but looking at it now, it doesn't seem so bad. Atleast it wouldn't be like this, I don't think.