Hello to anyone reading!

image

I’m rambling on here, kind of forgetting that there might be someone actually reading this!  So, hello to anyone reading!  I’ve kicked the blog off by giving a bit of background to my start on the chat lines.  That’s involved me going back to the start.

2 years on I’m not with the company I started out with, for reasons I’ll touch on at some point.  I’m still on the phones, but still not hammering them and earning my millions but earning enough without impacting on daily life or having to do that dreaded night shift.  I managed to pay for Christmas through the money I earned in November and early December.  To put that into perspective though we probably spent about £350 on Christmas. 

I’m jotting down topics to write about as they pop into my head.  I’ve got some crackers in store, some crazy callers, companies and other experiences and views on this industry.  Who calls, and why?  How much time do guys spend on the lines?

So many burning issues!

BUT WHAT DO YOU WANT TO KNOW?

I’d love to these if there are any questions you might have, things I might be assuming people know or any dirt you want me to dish?  Just leave a comment and let me know!

Advertisements

My first weekend as a chat line operator

After that first night I woke up buzzing.  I was in control of what I was earning, it felt great. I took my son to school and came back up the road.  I logged on straight away and the calls came flooding in.

One guy from that first day really sticks in my mind for reasons that will become apparant.  He was late twenties, so about my age.  He was quite chatty and responded well to my bubbly character.  He started talking about cars.  He asked what I drove and I made something up, well if they can fantasise why can’t I?

‘I drive a range rover babe’

He seemed mildly impressed, I wasn’t fussed really, it was all just chat really.  He then launched into ne of the most bizarre conversations I ever had.  He told me he had a Porsche cayenne, 911, a Ferrari, a Lamborghini, an Austin Martin DB9 and on and on it went with more and more extravagant cars being mentioned.    Was speechless.  I’d expected weird, like pee on me weird, but this was just plain crazy.  All I had to do was nod (verbally of course) and go ‘wow’ ever y so often.  He told me about his huge garage and a car he had sealed I a vacuum. Bubble – does such a thing even exist?  Apparently so.  I wanted to see how far he would go.  ‘What colour is the db9?’ I asked ‘black’ he replied.  ‘That’s a pity, I think they look great I racing green’ I said.  ‘I’ve got one in racing green too’

Pure lies.  He knew it, I knew it but why?  Why do that?

This crazy call went on for 75 minutes.  Making me about £10 whilst I pottered about the house drinking my tea.  I could hardly believe my luck.  My phone as  on meltdown, I had to log off to give it a chance to charge.  It rang whilst I was logged off, it was one of the supervisors.

She was gushing about how great my call times were and was full of praise.  I’m not ashamed to say I was pretty pleased with myself!

This is easy, piss easy.  I’m going to be rich, rich I tell ya.

Right then.