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Antelope Five

The call centre rep went to work even though he had bad health issues. There was his bad gout in his left foot. His toe was so sore and he limped like an old man. He had water on the knee and couldn’t bend his knee fully. It was all puffy and sore. This was the same time as the gout and very debilitating. On his arm was a bursitis. All infected green leaking puss. He thought it was a mosquito bite but it came from inside his arm. A sore back was the return of his 1991 dead man’s shoes wet tile fall injury. While taking calls he reached down for his bag. His back was sore and didn’t feel right. He was bed ridden then for two days. Flu viruses of varied severity hindered him as did allergic coughs and hay fever. These are an example of illnesses and ailments the call centre agent put up with while working. He went to work unless he couldn’t walk. Like when his right ankle started off with Stage 2 arthritis. Even lying in bed hurt! One time the blood vessels burst in his eye and his white eye was all red and scary looking? Is this related to his enlarged blood vessel rubbing on his eyelid and irritating it so he struggle to see clearly? What will the call centre rep suffer from next health wise?

 

 

 

Wallflower

The gal was called Wallflower. She was just that all things a wallflower were and should be. This gal was an agent in a call centre for several years on different accounts. She was now on a Business To Business B2B account. Here she was an agent then coach and finally supervisor. She got her promotion from fucking the supervisor who now was a manager. They went out on dates, had sex in his old car on the car park and when on team building. He was the fourth manager she'd nailed. Two had given her babies. None of the others were still with the company. She had longevity and tenacity. When this manager was booted or left she would nail a fifth one. It was her way. While only 34 she had done a lot and planned much more. By showing she was smart and opening her legs any male manager was her oyster and she the pearl. Her name was ***** and we called her Wallflower. No description is needed except she was good at her role and definitely typecast. Do you know any such gals in your place of work?

 

 

Fake God With Lap Dog

Fake God was a well-trained manager in a B2B account with sales experience and an ability to deal with all types of customers. He was loaded and most people knew it. His job was to close sales several times a day from one to two dozen users on a digital phone account. He got good sales cash from the sales and numbered user count that rose daily. The client set monthly targets for him to meet. He managed his support to guide the agents to get more sales from the leads they generated. It was all money in his bank and on the client’s account. A supervisor worked closely with him. An equally talented but ruthless guy who could sell equally well with a position higher than his chair. Honesty wasn’t his thing except in work. Not to be late or be seen to commit actual fraud. Fake God was somewhat honest and both made a daunting team which brought results. He never needed to do this for he was a best seller. Only Fake God could be account manager and his lap dog simply wasn’t good enough. Nobody filled his boots. This was proven when the Fake God was suspended for a month for taking a rep’s incentive. The six thousand he pocketed cost him ninety four thousand from his hundred k a month manager’s total salary. He regretted his action and never did it again unlike his lap dog. He did regular upsells of four users for the magic number was five. Get special treatment then even if the business was just one customer. If the customer agreed he was safe. The business model they used was put together by Fake God and his lap dog in 2019 and still in use years later. Others tried to copy it and failed. How it worked didn’t matter only the success if returned. If the account ever pulled out the pair of them would go elsewhere and do it all again. Both fitted together like a cock in a pussy or the Fake God inside his typecast Wallflower. They were all part of the same call centre system.

 

 

 

Cute Dog

Imagine a supervisor who acted like a lap dog. When called he rushed over to his master. Quick as a flash with a waggy tail ready to please. Tell him to butt fuck you or cock suck and he would. With the demeanour of a pleasant pet dog wanting a stroke and a biscuit in exchange for a trick. This is the guy who was a coach then agent and finally supervisor. Also acting secretary sending emails to customers. A yes man anything goes type of person. A stool pigeon who was harmless in his way only talking to those he clicked with. Several observed him and ignored him. Unlike a pet dog you stroke and cajole. He was once reprimanded by the client for listing the wrong product on an email. He never did this again being a walking computer. Guys love your job and enjoy time in work he said to new agents. He did both being firmly embedded with the support. His tong was so far up their arses it came out of their mouths! What a sipsip!