Forgive me, Nashville
Male - 25 Years Old
I just started at a trade college a week ago. My job is to call high school seniors that requested information and try to schedule a meeting for a recruiter to go out and try to convince them to go to the school. I love the people at my job, I love the hours, and I love how easy it is. The downside? I call for four recruiters, whose territories are Arkansas, Kentucky, North Carolina, and Georgia. The kids I call might be some of the slowest, stupidest, redneck motherfuckers on the planet. I swear to god, if you can imagine the shittiest country song in the world, I hear a ringback tone of it 30 times a day. Not to mention, trying to converse with these kids is like talking to a brick wall... Though at least you can punch the fuck out of a brick wall if you get frustrated enough.