My junior year in college, I was a bartender in Athens, GA. While I loved my job, the money was hit-or-miss. Long story short, the Dawgs win, people get drunk and tip well. Dawgs lose, people get drunk, only they do it at home wallowing in self-despair (although I would have smug smile on my face being a UT fan and all...

). Anyway, I needed something to supplement my income, so I answered an ad for a telemarketing service in the back of the student newspaper.
Now, this wasn't residential telemarketing. I was supposed to call business and try to sell them a book on piping codes and regulations that cost $195. My "training" consisted of learning how to bluff my way past the receptionist and get to the boss by pretending I was somebody he knew. However, the businesses I was assigned to call were completely random. There's something strangely humorous about calling the assistant manager of a Dairy Queen and trying to convince him to buy a $200 book on something he has no damn clue about.
It was the shortest job I ever had. I quit after one hour. Maybe I should've called NullSmurf before I left :laugh: