We are allowed to start calls at eight east coast, so I get up with the birds. I clock in as soon as I can, which is five in the morning west coast time. I get paid an additional bonus based on the surveys I convince people to complete, so I spend most of my day being nice to people who hang up on me. I get paid minimum wage for the hours I work, and then get bonuses for the number of calls I make. We tell people we are taking surveys but they still think we’re trying to sell them something. Instead, I’ll have a quick shower with lukewarm water, and I’ll have to be up in five hours to do it all over again.ĭuring the day I work as a telemarketer for a research company. My feet ache and I sit back in the seat, wishing with every fiber of my body that I had a tub to crawl into tonight. But now, after hours of being on my feet and busting my ass at the restaurant, it doesn’t feel like it was worth it. Rita asked me to work the late shift again tonight and I couldn’t afford to turn it down. The entire car is deserted and has been this way since I got on. Normally I wouldn’t count my money on the train, but it’s the last one and it’s nearly midnight. Instead I grit my teeth and shove the money back in my wallet and into my purse. “Forty-seven dollars.” I could cry as I look down at the measly bills in my hands.
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