Working sucks

Actually no, working doesn't necessarily suck, just this job sucks. Not because the job scope sucks, it's just that it doesn't suit me. There are so many different type of profession/job out there, why? Because everyone is different, they fit in different category, fit in different job, and I thought this can be one of the job which suits me, I'm pretty much wrong I guess.

I hate it when any anonymous number popped up, I usually tried not to ignore the call and proceed to pick it up in case it's something important. I hate telemarketer, no matter what they're selling. I hate thick-faced people, and I usually don't even push into knowing something if it's obvious someone doesn't feel up to speaking up.

I'm doing all this now. Calling random strangers (and I hate talking to strangers. Plus, the people out there are fucking rude.), disturbing them (though I'm offering them a protection to prevent unseen circumstances), bloody thick-faced trying to just talk to them.


Ohya, Mr. curse-yourself-to-death, I'll assume any accident that surfaced on newspaper involve you, and you're dead, without any insurance, so no death benefit, and leaving your family starving because you're the one who cursed yourself to death on the phone. Oh, plus, the phone call is recorded, maybe some devil will play you the tape when you're down there. FUCK YOU JACKASS!


No, I've done this hundred times and it doesn't make me feel better. Dad asks me to resign whenever I want, but just feels kinda sucky to give up like that even though I will just broke down (nah, almost broke down) anytime the thought of "Oh, gotta go to work tomorrow" pop into my mind.

My colleague told me, you'll either like this job or just plain hate it. I guess it's like depends of how thick-faced you can be? Cause you'll be yelled at, screwed, scolded like most of the time on the day. Most often or not, the people are mean, rude. The educated people are snobby and will probably die penniless.




I went to Karaoke with my colleague last Friday, it's awesome, so much more awesome if this job is enjoyable.




Come to think of it, I actually enjoy and love going to work back at Etude House. The difference between this and that is that, last year I'm hard selling luxuries to people who probably might not need them, face-to-face, but this year I'm hard selling necessaries to people who should acknowledge how important it is, through phone.

No wonder Insurance is an unsought product. Everyone just hang up when they know you're selling them insurance, and if too many customers do that to you, you'll get screwed by your superior. Woohooo, fuck this shit.


I'll give this job another one week to go, I'll either resign after I've worked for one month or two. No three, this job is suffocating me, and if I worked for three months, it means right after the day I resign, it's the day for me to go back to Monash. So not cool