Some of you may have noticed that I haven’t had much to say this week. That’s because I’m back to work, for better or worse. The reason I say that is I’ve returned to telemarketing. The last place in town that I applied five years ago was a telemarketing place, for fear they’d hire me—and they did. I always swore that I’d never have such a low-life job but, unfortunately, pride doesn’t pay the bills. It’s finally come down to that again.
The area where I live is severely economically depressed, despite the fact that Obama keeps telling us that things are getting better. As a result, many of the area truck driving jobs that are somewhat seasonal, because they rely partly on the construction business, are slow in opening up this spring. The reason, of course, is that everyone is so scared about the economy that they’re taking a “wait and see” approach to building projects. I can’t say that I blame them. If I was smart, I’d apply at a beer distributorship. The worse things get, the better beer sells, possibly because of the excellent advice given in Proverbs 31:7.
One of life’s ironies is that this telemarketing job pays as well as some of the entry-level driving jobs. It sort of makes me wonder if I’ve wasted three months and $4000 of the state’s money getting my CDL! I believe that one reason this job pays a little better than my old one is that it uses a semi-computerized system that lets a single agent carry on up to three calls at one time. SO, some of those calls you get that seem to be a “real live person,” may actually be multiple recordings artfully manipulated by a real live person! The times they are a-changin’.
The worst thing about this job is also the best thing—I’m stuck on afternoon shift for now (which my wife HATES), but that also allows me time to continue looking for a better job, or go to interviews. So far, though, the only nibble was from a small water company who was hoping I had my own semi, so I could make a monthly run out of Kentucky. (I sorta wondered if it was REALLY water in those 1000 jugs that they wanted me to haul!)
The 31-year accumulation of “stuff” we’d been selling to stay in groceries and gasoline, quit selling suddenly when the weather warmed enough for the yard sales to start. But, I’ll have my first paycheck next week, so even though things aren’t great, they’re getting better. © 2014