Monday, October 5, 2009

Big Girl Panties

In which I do not title this entry until I'm done writing it.

I have been in training for the past three weeks. *yawn* I'm fairly certain my capacity for new information to be retained, reached its' limit by week 2. Awesome. I know. It isn't that it is difficult. It's pretty elementary. What is the issue, you ask? I will gladly tell you, my friends. I. Do. Not. Like. Sales. Not even a little bit. I'm not in sales. However, I am required to upsell. Did you hear me? I'm REQUIRED to upsell on every call. Naturally, I want to rebel. If it were just me, I would have taken the temporary job for $12.75 per hour and eat bologna sandwiches (without the bread) for a few months while I searched for another job. I, however, have offspring and need to provide not only the bologna but also the bread, the mustard, the pickles, the mayonnaise, the soup, the cheese, the juice.... You get the picture. Ugh. I decided to suck it up and do the job until I find something I love again. It's hard to be an adult! Just saying.



    No wonder they hired you on the spot. Their turnover must be monstrous.

  2. Srsly! Not only sales but billing too. You talk to people that are already pissed because their bill is jacked but then you have to aggressively upsell the other telco products and services. I cannot get myself to do it. I'm sure I will be fired soon. And I totally don't care. The only job I had that came close to this shit sandwich was telemarketing. Which I lasted a grand total of 7 and a half days before I quit.