#1: An inmate who preaches "criminal wisdom" of questionable quality, like "want to know how to disable a burglar alarm with aluminum foil?"
#2: A telemarketing old lady with a "warm voice and metronomic cadence".
#3: An NYC beggar who "walks up to a table, falls to his knees, interlaces his hands as if in prayer, and begs, at the top of his lungs, Please please please, money, please I need a dollar!"
The article was pretty much empty: someone trying to be edgy and making their word count. I didn’t enjoy reading the article and wish that for once I read the comments before the link.
an intimate discussion of his life and how it was forever changed by being a telemarketer? It was actually a very interesting and well written read - an autobiography disguised as a sales advice article.
The message seems to be: sales is a soul-sucking job, a demoralizing exercise on psychopathic exploitation in which making people feel something (be it good or not) is the way into their wallets.
The greatest minds of our generation are hard at work creating algorithms to give kids eating disorders, making the next iPhone 3mm thinner, and figuring out how to make a TV dinner that contains no actual food.
Our modern world is so incredible. I wish we could do some good things.
#1 is true. All salespeople are fantastic storytellers. They got a secret, a charmed life, and they are willing to show how you too can be as successful and happy. Unfortunately everything they said was embellished or completely untrue.
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#2: A telemarketing old lady with a "warm voice and metronomic cadence".
#3: An NYC beggar who "walks up to a table, falls to his knees, interlaces his hands as if in prayer, and begs, at the top of his lungs, Please please please, money, please I need a dollar!"