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not too sure about any goods telesales companies aroundbut you will need: good communication skillsselling techniquesgood proffessional telephone mannerno fear of cold callinggood at Creating Rapportpeople I know who have worked in this field have left after a very short time period....reasons being its tiresome and its routine....doing the same thing everyday

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Only telesales job I know is in Southgate, it's called Space Kitchens and you just need to show them you can speak properly to get in.
I worked there for 5 days and said f*ck it. I would rather chew my arm off.Worst job in the world.And the shift managers are some f*ck*ng youts that get drunk on power.
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Only telesales job I know is in Southgate, it's called Space Kitchens and you just need to show them you can speak properly to get in.
I worked there for 5 days and said f*ck it. I would rather chew my arm off.Worst job in the world.And the shift managers are some f*ck*ng youts that get drunk on power.
AH!!That's a problem I have with that area of work.At my old place there was this yardie supervisor who apparently dislikes Africans. Before she became a supervisor she was cool with me, probably assumed I was a Jamo as they all do. But once she got into that position she probably looked at the rota and realised my last name wasn't Johnson or Ottey, then she started picking me out, as well as the other African peeps.While I'll be on a call I'll hear her speaking all that f*ck*ng Patois bullshit to some colleagues and she pretended to get mad at me while I completed a survey and reported me to the boss...FOR NOTHING!! The boss didn't believe me and sent me home so I just snapped at him, chucked my water bottle at him, and threatened to kill the woman if I ever saw her again. Never been back since.So the moral of the story: Next time you apply for and telephone/research/telesale jobs, only give your English/Chritstian name, because Jamo could be answering the call.
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Only telesales job I know is in Southgate, it's called Space Kitchens and you just need to show them you can speak properly to get in.
I worked there for 5 days and said f*ck it. I would rather chew my arm off.Worst job in the world.And the shift managers are some f*ck*ng youts that get drunk on power.
AH!!That's a problem I have with that area of work.At my old place there was this yardie supervisor who apparently dislikes Africans. Before she became a supervisor she was cool with me, probably assumed I was a Jamo as they all do. But once she got into that position she probably looked at the rota and realised my last name wasn't Johnson or Ottey, then she started picking me out, as well as the other African peeps.While I'll be on a call I'll hear her speaking all that f*ck*ng Patois bullshit to some colleagues and she pretended to get mad at me while I completed a survey and reported me to the boss...FOR NOTHING!! The boss didn't believe me and sent me home so I just snapped at him, chucked my water bottle at him, and threatened to kill the woman if I ever saw her again. Never been back since.So the moral of the story: Next time you apply for and telephone/research/telesale jobs, only give your English/Chritstian name, because Jamo could be answering the call.
Its coz ur lightskin init?How can my tutor, my english teacher and my boss at work all think I was mixed with Jamo... I asked them why and their answer- coz ur really light LOL
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Only telesales job I know is in Southgate, it's called Space Kitchens and you just need to show them you can speak properly to get in.
I worked there for 5 days and said f*ck it. I would rather chew my arm off.Worst job in the world.And the shift managers are some f*ck*ng youts that get drunk on power.
AH!!That's a problem I have with that area of work.At my old place there was this yardie supervisor who apparently dislikes Africans. Before she became a supervisor she was cool with me, probably assumed I was a Jamo as they all do. But once she got into that position she probably looked at the rota and realised my last name wasn't Johnson or Ottey, then she started picking me out, as well as the other African peeps.While I'll be on a call I'll hear her speaking all that f*ck*ng Patois bullshit to some colleagues and she pretended to get mad at me while I completed a survey and reported me to the boss...FOR NOTHING!! The boss didn't believe me and sent me home so I just snapped at him, chucked my water bottle at him, and threatened to kill the woman if I ever saw her again. Never been back since.
:\ lol, my face when I saw 'threatened to kill'Serious man you go from neutral to murderously angry real quickIt aint good..
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Only telesales job I know is in Southgate, it's called Space Kitchens and you just need to show them you can speak properly to get in.
I worked there for 5 days and said f*ck it. I would rather chew my arm off.Worst job in the world.And the shift managers are some f*ck*ng youts that get drunk on power.
AH!!That's a problem I have with that area of work.At my old place there was this yardie supervisor who apparently dislikes Africans. Before she became a supervisor she was cool with me, probably assumed I was a Jamo as they all do. But once she got into that position she probably looked at the rota and realised my last name wasn't Johnson or Ottey, then she started picking me out, as well as the other African peeps.While I'll be on a call I'll hear her speaking all that f*ck*ng Patois bullshit to some colleagues and she pretended to get mad at me while I completed a survey and reported me to the boss...FOR NOTHING!! The boss didn't believe me and sent me home so I just snapped at him, chucked my water bottle at him, and threatened to kill the woman if I ever saw her again. Never been back since.So the moral of the story: Next time you apply for and telephone/research/telesale jobs, only give your English/Chritstian name, because Jamo could be answering the call.
Its coz ur lightskin init?How can my tutor, my english teacher and my boss at work all think I was mixed with Jamo... I asked them why and their answer- coz ur really light LOL
Yep, that's why.Light-skinned, with hardly any marks on my face. For some reason, so many girls assume I'm mixed-race until I remove my cap/hood/durag/ and see my picky hair, then they seem somewhat disappointed *shrugs*.
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Only telesales job I know is in Southgate, it's called Space Kitchens and you just need to show them you can speak properly to get in.
I worked there for 5 days and said f*ck it. I would rather chew my arm off.Worst job in the world.And the shift managers are some f*ck*ng youts that get drunk on power.
AH!!That's a problem I have with that area of work.At my old place there was this yardie supervisor who apparently dislikes Africans. Before she became a supervisor she was cool with me, probably assumed I was a Jamo as they all do. But once she got into that position she probably looked at the rota and realised my last name wasn't Johnson or Ottey, then she started picking me out, as well as the other African peeps.While I'll be on a call I'll hear her speaking all that f*ck*ng Patois bullshit to some colleagues and she pretended to get mad at me while I completed a survey and reported me to the boss...FOR NOTHING!! The boss didn't believe me and sent me home so I just snapped at him, chucked my water bottle at him, and threatened to kill the woman if I ever saw her again. Never been back since.So the moral of the story: Next time you apply for and telephone/research/telesale jobs, only give your English/Chritstian name, because Jamo could be answering the call.
Its coz ur lightskin init?How can my tutor, my english teacher and my boss at work all think I was mixed with Jamo... I asked them why and their answer- coz ur really light LOL
Yep, that's why.Light-skinned, with hardly any marks on my face. For some reason, so many girls assume I'm mixed-race until I remove my cap/hood/durag/ and see my picky hair, then they seem somewhat disappointed *shrugs*.
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Only telesales job I know is in Southgate, it's called Space Kitchens and you just need to show them you can speak properly to get in.
I worked there for 5 days and said f*ck it. I would rather chew my arm off.Worst job in the world.And the shift managers are some f*ck*ng youts that get drunk on power.
AH!!That's a problem I have with that area of work.At my old place there was this yardie supervisor who apparently dislikes Africans. Before she became a supervisor she was cool with me, probably assumed I was a Jamo as they all do. But once she got into that position she probably looked at the rota and realised my last name wasn't Johnson or Ottey, then she started picking me out, as well as the other African peeps.While I'll be on a call I'll hear her speaking all that f*ck*ng Patois bullshit to some colleagues and she pretended to get mad at me while I completed a survey and reported me to the boss...FOR NOTHING!! The boss didn't believe me and sent me home so I just snapped at him, chucked my water bottle at him, and threatened to kill the woman if I ever saw her again. Never been back since.
:\ lol, my face when I saw 'threatened to kill'Serious man you go from neutral to murderously angry real quickIt aint good..
Bruv, I got sent home for doing nothing wrong, she just got me in trouble hecause she's probably angry that her fam are probably in some field back home picking marijuana leaves.It's actually hard to get me that angry though, I'm usually laid back, virtually non-existant around people I don't know, and in the workplace I just go there, handle my business and bounce. And what was really jarring about that situation is, the evidence that I was doing more than I was supposed to that day was all in the system, right in front of the boss, but it seemed he couldn't think for himself, so despite that, he STILL sent me home and calcelled my weekend shifts.
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Only telesales job I know is in Southgate, it's called Space Kitchens and you just need to show them you can speak properly to get in.
I worked there for 5 days and said f*ck it. I would rather chew my arm off.Worst job in the world.And the shift managers are some f*ck*ng youts that get drunk on power.
AH!!That's a problem I have with that area of work.At my old place there was this yardie supervisor who apparently dislikes Africans. Before she became a supervisor she was cool with me, probably assumed I was a Jamo as they all do. But once she got into that position she probably looked at the rota and realised my last name wasn't Johnson or Ottey, then she started picking me out, as well as the other African peeps.While I'll be on a call I'll hear her speaking all that f*ck*ng Patois bullshit to some colleagues and she pretended to get mad at me while I completed a survey and reported me to the boss...FOR NOTHING!! The boss didn't believe me and sent me home so I just snapped at him, chucked my water bottle at him, and threatened to kill the woman if I ever saw her again. Never been back since.So the moral of the story: Next time you apply for and telephone/research/telesale jobs, only give your English/Chritstian name, because Jamo could be answering the call.
:D :D :D Took it to bushman levels. Your sick for that. One of my biggest regrets is not slapping up my old supervisors after all the stress they put man through. Telesales is the last resort in all honesty. Its too much stress for such an unrewardable job. If you have to work in a call centre do Customer Service.
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Only telesales job I know is in Southgate, it's called Space Kitchens and you just need to show them you can speak properly to get in.
I worked there for 5 days and said f*ck it. I would rather chew my arm off.Worst job in the world.And the shift managers are some f*ck*ng youts that get drunk on power.
AH!!That's a problem I have with that area of work.At my old place there was this yardie supervisor who apparently dislikes Africans. Before she became a supervisor she was cool with me, probably assumed I was a Jamo as they all do. But once she got into that position she probably looked at the rota and realised my last name wasn't Johnson or Ottey, then she started picking me out, as well as the other African peeps.While I'll be on a call I'll hear her speaking all that f*ck*ng Patois bullshit to some colleagues and she pretended to get mad at me while I completed a survey and reported me to the boss...FOR NOTHING!! The boss didn't believe me and sent me home so I just snapped at him, chucked my water bottle at him, and threatened to kill the woman if I ever saw her again. Never been back since.So the moral of the story: Next time you apply for and telephone/research/telesale jobs, only give your English/Chritstian name, because Jamo could be answering the call.
:D :D :D Took it to bushman levels. Your sick for that. One of my biggest regrets is not slapping up my old supervisors after all the stress they put man through. Telesales is the last resort in all honesty. Its too much stress for such an unrewardable job. If you have to work in a call centre do Customer Service.
Yea that's what Imma start looking for now.Any suggestions?
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