Workin' for the Money...Kind of

I decided to McLinky with the RHOK this week and the question for this week is: What is the worst job you ever had?

I had to really think about this because I've really liked most of my jobs. I loooooooved my job at St. John that I quit to stay home with the kiddos (I know, I still need to do a post on that decision), and I loved my job at Philbrook Museum of Art. I even liked the sprinkling of odd jobs I had here and there throughout college. So I had to dig deep...then I remembered it. The job I didn't like. Hated it!

What was it you ask?

A telemarketer.

I know, I know...you can't believe it! I sometimes still can't believe it. It was a very brief stint let me tell ya. Basically this is the story. I was in college and I had friends who had gone to work for this telemarketing firm that had moved into town. They were working very few hours and making great money (for college kids). So my BFF and I decided to give it shot. Here's the problem:

1. I don't like talking on the phone, I mean, I really, really don't like talking on the phone--even to people I love.

2. I don't like asking people for their money or time.

In telemarketing, those two things are required. So, I went through the 2 weeks of paid training. My assignment was to call people with subscriptions to Sports Illustrated and get them to renew their subscriptions. I worked my first night "on the line" and after night #2 I walked out the door and never went back.

And that was that.

Read some more Bad Jobs over at the RHOK.