bogleech:

I can’t even remember what it was called but I am forever haunted by the job I trained for (and didn’t get) years ago in Florida which consisted of running the customer service line for a company that specializes in selling “one of a kind pieces” to “collectors.”

This was as gaudy and awful as you can possibly imagine. A single chair for $7,000 because it was recovered from a sunken vessel. A plain everyday cheapass looking wall clock for $14,000 because it was owned by a vice president.

And to do this job, processing orders and refunds and things by phone, you had a black and green interface like some 1970′s computer game with a hundred fucking codes and parameters to memorize because for some reason you had to record and organized short 2-3 character codes to inform the system of the item’s size, shape, primary colors, secondary colors, point of origin, point of current storage, point of destination, who would deliver it, how it would be packaged and how it would be insured. GOD HELP YOU if they were actually calling to process a gift for someone else and TEN SATANS HELP YOU if this millionaire lawyer was calling you on the phone for a coMpLaINt, ReFuND Or rETuRn.

Just to properly apply for the job required a (thankfully PAID, which is why I did it) 40 hour week of training with this system, and despite you being only a phone operator, you had to wear a nice suit in case any rich customers ever came by for a visit and might accidentally see somebody wearing shorts in Florida.

I got pulled aside and asked why my broke jobless ass was wearing the same clothes several days in a row, while they taught us how to sell coffee tables that could feed a small town.

To be honest if I’d gotten the job I don’t know how long I could have possibly made it without blowing up at someone….which was by their admission the #1 cause of people quitting or being fired.