"My name is Ashley. I have three jobs. I'm awesome. I'm better than you. And my laugh isn't annoying at all. I'm too *cool* for the rules here. I just enforce them. And everything you do is all wrong. Unless, of course, I do the exact same thing. But that's different, 'cuz that's me. And I'm ASHLEY"
I don't recomend working at the NSU call center. It's a good idea, what they do. But the student suporvisors ruin it. Or Ashley does anyway. Let me explain what we do, first. We call alumni of NSU and ask them to please donate some money to various scholarship funds. (When you recieve a scholarship from NSU, we are the ones who make the money to cover it). What I don't agree with is the method and forcefullness we are "supposed" to use in order to get their money. We are supposed to lure them into conversation with us. Make them feel specail. Make them feel like we aren't only after their money. Then we move on to talking about the particular fund that we are raising money for at the time. Then we ask them to make a HUGE donation, at least 4 times larger than the last one they gave. If they haven't ever made one before, we ask for $100. If they say no, we are supposed to ask them for half of that. If they still say no, we are supposed to as for one quarter of the original amount. Then, if they still say no, we are supposed to ask *why not*. Then we let them know that we will be calling them again in the future. Goodbye.
What would *I* hear, if I were the one being called?
"Hello! You don't know me, but I'm ready and willing to waste your time tonight. Please excuse me while I ask you about your career, your kids, the weather, and a bunch of other shit that I really don't care about. Uh huh. Oh? Interesting. Well whatever. Anyway, we promised a whole shitload of people all this money, but we kinda don't have it. So, give me like, ten gazillion dollars. What? What do you mean you have 42 kids and you've just been diagnosed with testicular cancer? I'm so sorry to hear that, but what about a mesely 5 gazillion dollars. Would that be more affordable? No? Hey don't hang up. Just give me ten bucks. Fine. Whatever. But resistance is useless. I *will* be back. Don't bother moving and/or changing your number. I *will* find you. MUHAHAHAHA!!"
And so ya. Oh, and each person that we call has a sheet of paper and on that paper, we are to write the result of each attempted call. Mike, our boss dude, told us that if any of the people had any requests or questions, that we were to write them down on the sheet and every effort would be made to address the issue or answer the question. But its not like it matters, 'cuz no one ever reads the fucking comments anyway. The "student supervisors" are supposed to hand any sheet marked "directors attention" over to Mike, but they don't. And Ashley, OMG whenever I write anything down and she sees it, she acts like i did something wrong and like, "who really gives a shit what this person said". It pisses me off. And she is supposed to be there for us to go to if we have problems or questions (seeing as to how Mike is never there) but whenever i try talking to her, she treats me like I'm a retarded ferret or something and just laughs at me. Bitch. Oh! And today I found out that even if the person requests to be taken off the calling list, we still call them. How fucking rude is that??? My God. I hope they get sued. Thank god she isn't gonna be here next year. And she always used to get made at me and Crystal for talking at work, but then her and her little minions just fuck around all day on facebook. I hate her. And she's too fucking perky. Eww. And she always brags about how she has three jobs. Wooopdeedeedoooo!
OK. I think I'm done now...LA VIE BOHEME!
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