Telemarketer Tells All

I used to hate my job. Not just a normal "I don't wanna go to work" kind of dislike, but a deep-seated, scathing, fire-of-a-thousand-suns type of hate. I worked in a cramped cubicle calling people all day. I dealt with supervisors who had more children than IQ points. I was the guy that calls during dinner, offers you a service you don't want or need, and won't stop talking long enough for you to tell him off. I was a telemarketer -- and these are my confessions.