Monday, March 2, 2009

Why I Prefer Serving Ice Cream, to Making Collections Calls

Since I carry two full time jobs, in two very different fields I thought I would take sometime to figure out why I prefer sreving ice cream to making daily collections calls.

Ice Cream
My customers are happy to see me.
When I say there will be a charge for extra sprinkles, no yelling, only smiles.
The days are filled with sunshine, happiness and laughter.
The "boss" is a care-free ice cream lover, who gives raises like they are candy.
Crew meetings happen after hours...and work is rarley mentioned
You take your break, when you would like to take your break.
Personal interactions are key, co-workers are supposed to socialize and laugh.
There is no "upper management" if you can make a large cone in 90* weather in July, you are a hero.
When making and serving ice cream, I make peoples day, complete with the cherry on top.


Collections
The customers hate when I call them, whether its 8AM or 8PM.
When late fees are mentioned, lives are threatened.
My days are spent in a cold cubicle, with florescent lighting, and angry people.
The bosses do less then half of what you do, but spend hours on power trips and personal calls.
Team meetings result in repromands, lectures and high school-esq disipline sessions.
Breaks, just like everything else, are scheduled...if you take yours too late or too soon, its your own doom.
Unless you are talking about an account, to the right person, in the right spot. Don't bother making eye contact.
Upper managment makes their own meetings, about their own topics, that really have no relivance to work at all.
When I call to tell people their homes are approaching foreclosure, cars are nearing reposessions, and campers, motorcycles and boats need to be sold to afford the latter....I ruin peoples lives.


Its really sad that the only reason I work for a collections position is because it pays better, and student loans rob me monthly. Oh well, at least in a couple months I will be long gone and in the far north. Living the life I could only dream of when I planted myself here.

as always,

Leave only footprints.

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