It’s Labor Day weekend. If you’re lucky, you don’t have work Monday. If you’re not lucky, Monday will be just another day in the office. Since I always seem to have some sort of work to do, I’m sure I’ll end up working as well. Outside of having a full-time career in human resources, I keep myself busy with work I actually enjoy. Everything from web design, social media consulting, and finishing up a book, to finalizing a script for a TV treatment my writing partner and I are working on and my full-time job as a single parent. To say I have a lot on my plate is an understatement. I actually enjoy everything I do but that wasn’t always the case.

During my sophomore year at Rutgers University, I had the worst job ever. Every night after my classes ended by 7 p.m., I rushed to a large room on campus that had rows of desks and phones. Welcome to telefund hell. It was the equivalent of a sweatshop, but with phones and underpaid students. We were required to make at least 100 calls a night to alumni asking for donations. I can’t even begin to count how many times people hung up on me after I told them why I was calling. Several times I was cursed out because people stated their degree was worthless and they couldn’t find a job, so why the hell was I calling? The other half of the time I think people gave money just to get me off the phone. A few people even gave advice: “You won’t find a job. You’re wasting your time trying to graduate.” To say the job was demeaning and stressful is putting it nicely.

Everybody has her breaking point.

“Good evening, Mr. Walsh. I realize you’re probably in about $30 thousand worth of student loan debt, but I’m calling to beg you to give to your alma mater. I’m sure you’re probably not even using this expensive degree you received from this expensive state university, but whatever you can donate would be greatly appreciated. I, too, will be in your position in a couple of years and will also probably receive this same phone call. As much as I’m going to want to hang up or curse out the poor student at the end of this phone, I’ll give $5 just to make them go away.”

Yes, I really said that to someone.

After calling people and getting hung up on for weeks, after having people ask me, “Where the hell did you get my number?”, after mispronouncing some of the Indian names of alumni and getting yelled at, after not being able to take a break to get a drink because of a parched throat, I finally lost it.

Yes, I got fired. It was the happiest day of my life. I picked up my bag and practically ran out of the room. I felt like Martin Luther King Jr. — free at last, free at last. Eventually, I found another job off campus. It was working as a human resources assistant at Johnson & Johnson, and it definitely made an impact on my present career.

Working in that telefund sweatshop taught me two valuable lessons: No job is worth stressing over, and keep your options open.

Clutchettes, what’s your job horror story?

  • C

    I used to work for a currency exchange at the airport when I was younger. It was horrible. It was ALWAYS busy, I had to deal with the cranky, yelling passengers who took everything out on us, it always smelled like onions and garlic, I was always nervous since dealing with so much money (one night I was 100 dollars short and I was supposed to have close to 2 million U.S. dollars). And for the first time in my young 20 years, I had experienced the feeling and outrage of being ‘talked down to’ by snotty white people with a huge sense of entitlement on an hourly basis. I had to say white people because they were the only people who consistently acted that way.

    I once had to track a passenger down because I made a huge mistake and gave them a ton of yuan instead of yen–or it might have the other way around–(and they knew it). It took 45 minutes to find them.

    To top it off, my manager and I couldn’t stand one another.

  • Jae Bee

    Hey, didn’t realize there was another Rutgers alum here. I too worked at the telefund during my days at Rutgers. I only lasted one summer though. Although I can’t say it was the “worst job ever” I will say that the pressure to secure donations was not worth the effort. If you got one “full ask” during the week you felt great, but don’t let too many days go by where you might not get anything. I had people get upset with me because I was calling during dinner hours, people who got upset with me because we were calling too late at night (apparently any calls between 7 & 9 pm are “too late”), and people who felt like they shouldn’t give a dime because Rutgers never gave them any money (truthfully, I couldn’t blame them). The worst were the lawyers and doctors. I used to dread the nights when we had to call the law school alums…bunch of cheap bas1ards. You’d be more likely to get a donation from someone who recently became unemployed than from a doctor or lawyer. Reminds me of how the GOP operates with their “wealthy” mentality.

  • Patience

    Probably my last job, working in a call center.

  • Leo the Yardie Chick

    Working for my uncle for a summer. Wouldn’t have been bad if his employees had kept the five years worth of filing records up to date. And organised. >_<

  • Patience

    My last job, working in a call center. It was mentally and physically draining and the manager and supervisor seemed to be out-of-touch with why things were the way that they were.

  • IOpinion

    Working at an IHOP in Philly.

  • Sydney

    Working as a cashier at California Tortilla one summer. Not only was it dirty and disgusting (the flies, oh dear god), my manager was a maniac always telling us to be “SPUNKY EMPLOYEES!”. It also didn’t help that I was 17 and being hit on by the creepy 25 year old cook. After that summer, I vowed to myself that I would get a college degree so that I could never work in a place like that again (hopefully…)

  • Lonai

    Ooooh I would have to say the job I have now as an Assistant Manager in this retail store. The customers would be so upset about how loud and dark the store was and I would be super confused as to why they entered the store in the first place… Oh and people would get angry about the lines. Oh yeah and you’re suppose to have a four year degree to be manager at this store. I’ve been trying to make an exit plan for a while. November is my deadline.

  • Jade Noelle

    Oh dear God. This brings back memories. I also did a telefund alumni thing, but for Columbia University. And the 1 1/2 years that I spent looking for full-time work after grad school were financially painful, so I took any temp work I found. I did some filing in a hoarder’s closet (what she tried to pass off as an office), and worked as an Home Health Aide. I literally had to deal with an elderly paralzyed lady who literally screamed commands about not entering her plastic-covered living room (that she could not even enter with her wheelchair), not touching her food (why would I touch her food and how could I when the fridge was padlocked?) and properly inserting her catheter into her nether regions. Talk about wiping peoples’ a**es with your college degree.

  • lauryn

    I worked in a call center for almost two years before I quit to attend grad school. There were times I went home and could still hear the phone beeping in my ear. I’m slightly deaf in my right ear from constantly having customers yell at me and curse me out because THEY didn’t pay their bills. Good times.

  • apple

    mcdonalds was my first job and it was horrible, i only lasted a month.. the coworkers were ruder to me than the customers.

  • jinx

    CNA in a nursing home :/ it’s really back breaking and I’m soo happy I’ll be leaving soon so that I can prepare for grad school. I got soo much flack because I have a BA degree and I’m a cna but it’s only to get me by for a few months.

  • Downsouth Transplant

    LOL, oh my lawdy still hear the phone beeping @ home, sorry but that was a statement in itself:)

  • Patience

    That was quite funny, especially since I once worked in a call center and know the feeling.

  • Cee Cee

    Pizza delivery person in college (and I am a woman)….going into crap neighborhoods. A wack boss…almost getting held up at gun point. Yeah worse job ever

  • ez

    i injected pigs with growth hormone. did 1200 pigs every morning. got paid $0.04 each pig. i was the only woman that worked on site, except for the office girl. the men were horrible, the piggies were much nicer.

  • cjoellew

    Selling cutlery for CutCo knives one summer. I don’t think that lasted a whole month, smh

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