When I was in Scotland I had a job in telemarketing, whereby I'd be given a list of about 500 random phone numbers in order to try and sell kitchens to their occupants. I walked out of it after about a month, and frankly I'd rather be unemployed (as I am now) than have to do all that bollocks again.
Last edited by Bulldog; 01-23-2009 at 05:36 PM.
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