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I can't go too deep into what I do for a living, but I basically have to make x amount of calls a day, and our clientele involves mostly senior citizens. It's a WFH job.
Sometimes, you get somebody who is very nice and understanding on the other line. Other times, they get snippy with you for bothering them, or just hang up on you mid-sentence, or don't even bother beating around the bush and just start screaming profanities.
It's just as wonderful as it sounds. I only really have this job, because I got laid off from my previous one of almost 3 years. Said previous job was also WFH, and tbh I was really good, but lived too far away from the nearest office to be kept on-board. I would give anything to get it back; I never had to call anybody, most if not all correspondence was via email. I hate being on the phone, mostly because I'm autistic, and it's overstimulating for me. This current job pays just enough to cover bills, and even then, I'm stretched pretty thin by the next paycheck. I got paid slightly better at my old job, to where at least I never felt like I was hanging by a thread.
I have no right to complain. I should be happy to at least have a job, let alone a WFH one. But I'm miserable all the time, because I feel so overwhelmed constantly by all the calls I have to take. Job-hunting during that period of uncertainty a few months ago was absolute hell, and only about 10% of them were legitimate. My options right now are grin and bear it until something better maybe comes along, or start playing the lottery. I don't plan on the latter anytime soon, my luck is already terrible enough as it is.
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