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| Posted: 04 Mar 2018 07:40 AM PST There are two people, twelve years later, whose names, numbers and addresses I could recite for you. I still might kill them some day. You're sitting there in a tiny cubicle in a moldy beige room with acoustical tile and you're separated from a bear sized homeless man with a loud booming voice by what is basically urinal divider. You have a headset on, an old one with one foam earphone and a curly wire going into a battered phone. You are listening to a cavernous hiss. And then it beeps and your back tenses and it's showtime. "…. Hello? HELLO!!???!!!" The person on the other end of the line has been listening to silence and clicks for five seconds. They're tipped off to what you are. Because the autodialer waits for what it thinks is a human voice to connect you. The person is already pissed off. You have a dumb terminal in front of you. It's the 21st century but you have a monitor with green block letters on black from the 70's with what is putatively the person's name and address, but a lot of times it's empty or some guy who was about to get fired had put in "Harry Stiffey, 69 Cumshot Drive." "HELLO??!???" WHO IS THIS??!!??" "Good evening sir, is this Mr. Sti– uh, are you the head of the household?" "WHAT ARE YOU SELLING?" "I'm not, I'm not selling anything sir, this is DT calling on behalf of the Firefighter Charitable Organization, we're asking for your support in helping the Fi-" "PUT ME ON YOUR 'DO NOT CALL' LIST AND NEVER EVER CONTACT ME AGAIN" (slam.) And then the hiss again. Select "DNC" on your dumb terminal. "Do Not Call." As mandated by law we will mail a mimeograph of our "Do Not Call" Policy to what we think is his address and take him out of the system. Wait for the next beep. If you get five human beings in a row you're doing all right. The dialer waits until it thinks it hears a person but a lot of the time it'll give you that three tone disconnect sound ten times in a row. DOO DOO DEEEEHHHH and you have your headset turned all the way up because the fucking old ladies all gargle softly around fifty years worth of Pall Malls and they're impossible to hear except at top volume. This means the "we're sorry, the number you're calling has been disconnected" sound is like sticking your head in one of those horns that a lighthouse blows in the fog. Mark that one as a "Telco." Or you get fifteen minutes of no English. We'd call through San Francisco and some number exchanges are nothing but Chinese fresh off the boat, or Chinese who'd been here for years but never got off the boat in their minds, or Chinese who probably spoke English like they were hosting Masterpiece Theatre but had a handy excuse not to talk to us. "WEI? BING WA?" "Do you speak English, ma'am? Are you the head of household? "BING WA YA?" But these were still better than getting an actual English speaking human being who was head of household. Because they all hate you. Every single person you talk to hates you and thinks you're a piece of shit and wishes you were dead and even when they're polite you can feel it. "HELLO???!!!?? HELLO??!!?? "Good evening, this is DT calling on behalf of the Firefighter Charitable Organization, may I speak with the head of household?" "Do you know you called me DURING DINNER?" Then don't answer the phone, you fucking chump. Let the machine get it and savor your fish sticks in peace. "I'm awfully sorry to disturb you sir, but I'll only need a minute of your time. Would it be better to call back another night?" "Well, I don't know. Let me ask you something– WHAT PERCENT OF MY DONATION GOES TO THE ACTUAL CHARITY??" Stossel had fucked us, right before I got hired. Blown the lid off the whole operation. We called for police and firefighter charities, which sell boiler rooms the right to raise funds in their name. The cops in your town get ten or fifteen grand to help schools or disabled kids or whatever and the company gets eighty grand for the people who own it to buy small airplanes and strippers for wives. The cops know it's like this. But it's still more than they'd get sitting in front of Safeway selling cupcakes. And it's good PR for everyone in town to get a call telling them your friendly police force is dedicated to keeping troubled teens active playing tennis in the Police Athletic League. The company puts on a variety show, or a rodeo, or a charity basketball game or something and what you're selling is a pack of five tickets to this event for 35 bucks. You can go yourself, but, as the script says, most people opt to donate the tickets so local disadvantaged youth can attend. Lots of the word "youth" getting thrown around, so much that it becomes hard to say. Most people donate the tickets and keep the sticker they think will keep them from getting pulled over. "Well, sir, after the costs of talent for the show, lighting, renting the venue, postage, phone bills, and paying the fine people such as myself who are out here every day making these calls, there's a profit of about fifteen per cent left over that goes to the charity. We-" "I THOUGHT AS MUCH. This is a SCAM. I would like to be put on your Do Not Call list, and have a copy of your Do Not Call policy sent to me–" "Of course, sir, if you'll let me confirm your address…" "WHY ON EARTH WOULD I GIVE YOU MY ADDRESS?" Stossel had fucked us, and congress had fucked us, because like the day before I started telemarketing they passed a law mandating a Do Not Call registry. You have the legal right to be removed from a telemarketer's call list and to have proof of this mailed to you. And good old John "The Stache" Stossel had hammered this fact into the minds of every schlub in America in a series of hard hitting investigative pieces that also highlighted what a huge scam every single telemarketing charity is. We were already hated, so much so that a legislative body in America was moved to pass a law making life easier on individual human beings rather than businesses. The only time this has ever happened. We were already somewhere between the Gestapo and NAMBLA in the national esteem and suddenly this Do Not Call law gave everyone magic words to name the demon and Make It Stop. The Do Not Call request was always colored with triumph. Delivered like they'd finally tracked down the murderer of their kids and were finishing him off with a shovel to the head. Select "DNC." Wait for the beep. Meanwhile all around you loud booming voices make sales pitches. People who telemarket are not normal. The guy next to me is homeless. Lives at a campsite by the train tracks. Spends his check on bourbon and then once a week goes over the hill to San Jose to buy hookers. He's been in San Quentin, in Santa Rita; he once saw a man get his innards cut out and his gut filled with toilet paper and his still warm corpse tossed off a high catwalk to create the effect of streamers. He tells me that a Mexican ain't nothin but a high yella with an accent. That you can cry all you want in jail but don't take nothing from nobody. That the Woods shot caller in Rita ain't too hard. But he's been doing this so long that he sounds like the Frontline narrator or Walter Cronkite. The booming gravelly baritone and Ivy League diction you want the president to have. When he tells you the streetwalkers are down to fifty bucks for an around the world you can almost hear an orchestra behind him. Later he'll get arrested for shooting a man in the face with a pellet gun in a bar fight. Looking at life in prison for his record. His own mother will testify against him. He's a sweet man and does not deserve this. Down the row an Eastern Orthodox priest. Serbian extraction. He'll go into a litany of grievances against the Serbs if anything remotely germane to Serbia comes up on smoke break. The Muslims cut off our skins and used them as drums, he says. Later when Wikipedia is invented I learn that he means the Field of Blackbirds, which happened in 1389. The Croats were Nazis! We try to avoid discussing Serbia. Somehow fail, every night. Behind him a jockey-sized man with cystic acne in a purple velvet coat. Mouth like a muppet. His sales calls rambling off-script improvisations. On smoke break he reveals he was kidnapped by the CIA as a baby. Spent childhood in a prison camp where they injected him every day with LSD, into the spine. Two angels came and told him he was the orphan prince of a galaxy called Lucifer, 666 million light years away. There he vanquished evil on behalf of his subjects. Returned to help the people of Earth. Now the government was on to him. I visited his trailer once. He had a beautiful nineteen year old wife. You just have to believe in yourself. Everyone was fucked up, everyone had a drug problem or was in recovery or had a record too long and crazy for them to ever have hope of getting another job. So they had to come in night after night and listen to old people sneer that you'd called them during dinner, rack up three bucks a sale. I got good at it. My voice got deeper. I started booming from the diaphragm. Laughing off their perturbed "hello… hello's" and connecting with them. Flirt with the old women. Joke with the men. You get on a roll and you get so much confidence going that the person who faithfully watches John Stossel and is ready to give you an earful of Do Not Call just gets hypnotized. You can't fake this. You can go in with the same meter and the same pitch and the same words but there is something they can smell on you if you're not confident, if you're afraid. If you need the three bucks they'll snarl at you and slam the phone down. But you get hypnotized yourself, when you're good. You are genuinely connecting with people and gliding seamlessly into the best way you can help is with our ten-pack for three hundred fifty dollars and your voice is saying I am so good at this I don't need you to buy this, I don't want you to, I am walking out of here into a gold Rolls Royce bought three dollars at a time and it's just you and me talking on a lark here; it's no big deal. If you need something, people will never give it to you. If you are weak, people will never want to help you. People are animals, they are evil, every single thing you ever learned about compassion is a lie and when the end of this filthy soulless sewer of a world comes I will stand outside and dance in the hellfire, the small part of me that was still human was thinking. I am a lying sack of shit selling you a scam but because I sound like I don't want your money you will give it to me. When you are on that roll you could sell stickers that say "Fuck You Cop Pull Me Over" to the Chief of Police. The substance has nothing to do with it. It's in your voice. I became their top salesman. I beat homeless Cronkite and alcoholic priest and a bunch of other guys who'd been in boiler rooms all their adult lives, always for companies with three letter names: BTS productions, CBL productions. Selling the chance to send five retarded kids to the Vaudeville Variety Follies in Oregon and Texas and Arizona. I locked on to something and walked in knowing I would kill and so I did. A woman gave a thousand dollars because she was mad at her husband and I was a man to talk to. A man started out screaming at me out for screwing real charities out of money and when I gave him the voice he calmed down and bought. The old codgers showed me respect. I started to think of myself as a salesman. I can close anything, anyone, I thought. Then some girl would ask "what do you do" in a bar and I would cringe. This was before I knew how to lie to girls. "I'm a telemarketer," I would say. "Oh fuck, I hate you guys." No matter how good you are most of them hate you. Once in a while one of them will get through to whatever tender spot you have left. There are still two people, twelve years later, whose names, numbers and addresses I could recite for you. I've taken care to remember because I still might kill them some day. Do you know what a waste of a human life you are, one of them told me. At the time I didn't. I've since been briefed. No matter how good you are, and even if you act like a human being to them, every night there are enough of them being cruel to make you cry. I could stay on the phone with you and make you kill yourself, you think. Or at least tell you to go fuck yourself. But the boss was very clear. They can say these things. You can't. That's what a job is. They can say you're a waste of life and you can't say fuck off. If you have a soul, there's a vessel inside of you that gets filled up with the hate you take in. About a year in it hit the meniscus and I had to quit. I got a job selling ads for a newspaper. The same shit, really, but I was dialing the phone with my own fingers and could tell girls I worked for something they'd heard of. I remember the lessons that job taught me. Because there are only two jobs in the world: making shit and selling shit. Every white collar job I've had since is selling shit. Pick up the phone and ask people for money. Whether they give it depends on what's in your voice. What's in your voice depends on if the last guy gave you money. The world rewards hustlers and liars. People are cruel to the weak whenever there's a chance. Then they roll over mesmerized for anyone who doesn't give a fuck. People will trip over themselves to give you anything, as long as you don't need it. As long as they're not helping you. Human beings are essentially, irredeemably evil. Every nice thing you've ever felt is a flaming crock of shit. If God were righteous we'd have been destroyed long ago. He must instead be an alien mouth who feeds on suffering. On the plus side they had free doughnuts on Saturdays. [link] [comments]  |
| Posted: 04 Mar 2018 04:54 PM PST |
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| JD.com’s partnership with CanYa: future success or possible negative consequences? Posted: 04 Mar 2018 02:18 AM PST Chinese giant JD.com just started its first steps of newly created accelerator program. Created for startups in the fields of blockchain and intelligence, Al Catapult represents growth possibilities by using JD.com resources, mainly its customer base of more than 250 million. The program's purpose is unlocking the potential of those newly established businesses that posses cutting edge talent to transform within blockchain fields. CanYa together with hand-full of companies became partners with JD.com in Al Catapult in early 2018. CanYa is a peer-to-pear marketplace, which allows people to use cryptocurrency as a payment method for various services. Although what seams like an amazing opportunity for CanYa, partnering with such a giant as JD.com might turn from a great opportunity of rapid growth into a trap of being under JD.com's full control. Being a strategic player, JD.com uses its partnerships as a way to become stronger while taking over its rivals. One of the examples is its partnership with Tencent aiming to play against its main rival Alibaba. An important question is what the partnership with JD.com holds for CanYa besides the positive aspects. CanYa has very high probability of success with rapid growth on both Australian and foreign markets, and JD.com is aware about it. Joining JD.com might means many future compromises for CanYa, that might lead to consequences such as loss of autonomy, changes is its business direction, substantial loss of controls over its operations as well as decision-making. For such high-potential company, further partnership with JD.com might be more of restriction than trampoline in the long run. CanYa is excited about upcoming teamwork with JD.com during 6 months of Al Catapult. Hopefully this new organization won't turn into a chess piece on JD.com's board. [link] [comments]  |
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| Need some advice about a non compete agreement between 2 companies Posted: 04 Mar 2018 01:41 PM PST We are in NJ and the companies that we are dealing with are in various other states. My partner and I have an idea for an airport business, we want to talk to airport concession management and consulting companies to see if they can help us get it into airports. We would want them to sign a non compete agreement that says that they won't take our idea and do it themselves (they have already said that they won't sign an NDA since they would need to discuss the idea with airport officials and they don't want to be liable if the idea is leaked). I am aware that most non compete agreements are between employers and employees. My question is, is the kind of non compete that we need (which is not between and employer and employee, but rather between 2 companies) enforceable? Does it depend on the state? In states where non compete agreements between a company and an employee are not enforceable, would this kind of non compete also not be enforceable, or is it different (maybe because the reason they aren't enforceable is to help employees get new jobs, which doesn't apply in our situation)? [link] [comments]  |
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