Working is, for the vast majority of people, the only way to earn an honest living, but you can be lucky and do it with a job, profession, activity or whatever you want to call it, that you also like. That is why there is no worse situation than being forced to earn a salary with an activity that you abhor, even if it is well paid, which does not usually happen. I think about it after hanging up the umpteenth call in which, mainly, they offer you any change in your supplies and, on top of that, I feel sorry for the employees dedicated to such a difficult task.
Who can imagine that someone who interrupts your nap or your household chores is going to generate empathy in you, no matter how much they want to convince you that they have the kilowatts on offer or that their fiber optics improve yours. Seriously, what marketing genius came up with such an obnoxious sales system. Furthermore, we had not agreed that this type of calls would be regulated. It is not enough to disconnect the landline, now the mobile phone also rings, from which it follows that the different telephone companies, even the supply ones, have an underground line of business consisting of marketing your data.
The latest news in these calls is that now they are the ones who hang up on you as soon as they hear that you don’t want anything and, even worse, after having received so many insults from less patient potential clients, the operators of those diabolical call centers have ended because they are the ones who curse you if they catch you on a good day and, after listening to them for more than a minute, you reject the offer.
The work of a salesperson is hard, the most veterans know it, who, with the old method, kicked houses and still continue to visit their clients in different establishments, but the telephone drift degenerates a job in which with sympathy, even a little of quackery, they would sell you anything. Someone has to do the dirty work, I know, but going home after a day at work in which nothing but doors slammed must be horrible.