I have a cubicle. And that cubicle has a computer. And that computer has a list of people who hate me. And those people who hate me have never talked to me.
I'm one of those people that call you doing dinner time, and ask for money. Yup. I've joined the ranks of the most loathed people in phone history. It is a scary job. I am nervous every time I go in for a shift. I have never been good at talking to people on the phone, so I suppose this is a good situation. I am already getting better after three days. This job also provides me with some funny stories. Unfortunately, with the funny comes the sad. Here are some of the highlights I've collected from today:
"Hi my name is Maddie, i'm a sophomore from the..."
"Look, i'm not giving you money. I was diagnosed with cancer today. I'm fucking DYING." *click*
Here is a call to a woman who graduated from college in 1932. Just imagine a stereotypical old lady voice.
"Hi, my name is Maddie..."
"What?"
"My name is Maddie..."
"WHAT?"
"MY NAME IS MADDIE."
"I can't hear a goddamn word you're saying." *click*
This next lady graduated in 1953. We talked for over 30 minutes before I dropped the money question on her.
"blah blah blah... donation?"
"Oh, i'm so sorry. I just lost my business that I've had for over 30 years. This economy has really shot me in the kneecap."
"Oh... well..."
"And my son just lost his job of 15 years, and now he's living with me. We're struggling just to keep my house and to eat. I'm afraid things are just too tight. I am very sorry, you sound like such a wonderful young lady."
Other stories include a woman who plays in a Middle Eastern band (I could hear her band rehearsal in the background... bad. ass.) I also spoke with a woman who traveled all over the world, an artist who became a navy pilot in Vietnam, a jazz musician, and a lady who has moved around the U.S. once every 2 years since she was 18.
Work is kind. Work is hard. Work is fun. Work is sad.
