Dear Mom, I'm a Phone Ho!
posted December 18, 2006 - 1:02pmChristmas comes but once a year but doggone it, it sure eats a hole in my bank account. I love Christmas and enjoy the planning and purchasing and wrapping of all the gifts to my friends and family. The best part is watching their face as they open the gifts. Everyone loves to get a gift. I love to give, but money was going to be tight this year. I had to get a second job before Christmas.
I searched the papers and just couldn't find anything that would work with my complicated schedule of work and school and the kids. Geez! What's a Santa to do if she can't make that extra cash? I didn't know but was in a Twinkie semi-coma one Sunday when I happened to notice one obscure add under "General Help".
"WANTED- Articulate, outgoing, fun ladies for Adult Phone Actress Position. Weekly Pay, Bonuses, FT/PT--Please call 555-2123."
Hmmmnnn....Could I? Should I? I'm outgoing, I'm fun! Of course I could! Yep, I called and left my sexiest yet most professional message. Now all I had to do was wait and see if I got a call back. Okay, back to my Twinkies and a LifeTime Movie Network Marathon while pretending to be a lump on the couch!
Monday, 5:27 p.m.
I arrived home with my two kids, the mail and some dry cleaning slung over my shoulder. It had been a hectic Monday at the bank. Everyone wanted a holiday loan. Everyone felt they deserved it and only three of them qualified. The other twelve applicants gave me the evil eye and I'm sure, cursed me somehow.
The kids went outside to play and I started going through the mail. I stopped to check the answering maching. There were two messages. I hit play.
Message one was some automated carpet cleaning business trying to get me to have my carpets cleaned. Ha! Do it for free, then we'll talk!. Message two:
"Hi Helen, this Tracy from Global Chat returning your call. I'd like to set up a phone interview with you so please give me a call at 555-2233. That's my direct line. Thank you". BEEP.
Holy cow, they called! I sat down and stared at the phone. Should I? Could I? I could! I got out some paper and a pen and dialed Tracy's number. She answered right away.
The next hour we went over all the crazy rules and regulations and she faxed over the necessary paperwork. All I had to do was fill it all out and send it back with copies of my driver's license. It took me all of two hours to complete everything. She said she would call me back after 9 p.m. (Good, the kids would be asleep!) and we would go over the call format and do two calls together to complete my training. (I'm really going to do it?!)
I prepared supper for the kids, got them bathed and ready for bed and then made sure their doors were closed and went back out to the kitchen and sat by the phone. It rang at exactly 9 p.m.
I was really nervous during my first call. The guys description given to me by the service said he really like anal play. GAG! My first call and he's an butt bandit! I tried not to think about what I was actually saying to this guy. I reminded myself that he didn't know me and I didn't know him and he thought my name was Candi Cane (like he really cared, I'm sure!). During my first call, I found out that when these callers pop their cork, they just hang up on you. No Goodbye, no thank you, just a dead line! Just like a man too. Pop the cork and roll over dead!
By my third call, I had the hang of it. I got some crazy fools too. Some old man wanted to tell me about his wife belonging to a swinger's club but he was not invited. Apparently he was a very bad boy! My last call of the night, I thought I'd hyperventillate before the dude finished! Geez, how much heavy, fake breathing can one gal do before she starts getting dizzy?! I kept thinking (Awe man, hurry up already, please let the line go dead!) Heck, I even got kudos from the gals at the monitoring desk on that one (yea, you're calls are monitored by the agency for quality). It seems that particular guy never stays on the line that long and I should get the academy award for phone hoing! Wow! So I'm good huh?
Okay, stop. This is only a temporary Christmas job that pays weekly. It's not a career! No need to pat myself on the back.
New Year's has come and gone and I'm hooked on the money. Can't stop the money-making heavy breathing. Love the new flat screen TV and my weekly trips to the spa! And that trip to Jamaica for my Mom and me is coming up in two weeks. Gott have some spending money for that. I'm addicted. What can I say? Dear Mom, I'm a phone ho, ho, ho!
Signed,
Your daughter,
Candi Cane!

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