I have a job where I call and conduct phone surveys for assisted living residents. All I wanted was an easy job that I can leave behind at the end of my shift so I can focus on my schooling. I just got off the phone with a very delightful old man who laughed and had nothing bad to say about where he stayed. I thanked him for his time, and then he says how I have the wrong voice for surveys because it is too high and I don't sound friendly enough. I laughed and asked why he thinks I don't sound friendly and he says, "Well you are calling for criticism on the facility, and your voice is the only thing I can complain about."
Thanks old man for making my depression that much more severe today. Appreciate it!
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
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