Random story time.

I can not think of anything I like less than talking on the phone. Seriously, when the phone rings, I want to play dead.

My issues are severe enough that there was a 12-month period in time when I was a telemarketer for a credit card collections company and it was like working in one of the inner circles of hell. Assuming, of course, that the inner circles of hell come with name badges and assigned parking.

I am not even kidding when I tell you that I would log into my computer each day, put on my headset and call exactly zero people. That’s right. I would sit in my little cubicle talking to nobody. Sometimes, in an effort to appear productive, I would leave a message on my own cell phone sternly advising myself to call me back in order to make payment arrangements.

I never did call myself back, by the way.

👉 What’s the worst job you ever had?