In a parallel universe this guy is on the stock floor, or singing with one of those sweater bands. But in this one, he s a telemarketer. I blow at this, frankly. My telephone manner is not nearly aggressive enough. All around me there is the murmur of the script.
Callers tap away at their keyboards, taking apps like mad.
I am listening in and it s true, she gets them to stay on after they ve said no. Every hour or so, when the quota has been met for a certain company, we all switch to another. You have to remember this too, while you ve got someone really annoyed on the line. There s a lot going on here. You re doing a little math, remembering the script, the various reasons to take an application, on whose behalf you re calling, and trying not to crack up or cry in the middle of it.