Me too
The above sounds familiar.
In the early nineties, I was young and unemployed. I saw an advert in the paper that said “new factory opening”, and I thought what the hell. I called the number, and was immediately invited to an interview… strangely this was to take place in a bungalow a hundred yards from my house.

So I put on my one and only suit, and went down there.

It turned out to be door-to-door vacuum cleaner sales. Being a dapper eighteen year old in my nice suit, I looked the part, and I was offered the job there and then.

As I was sitting there, a lady at a desk was cold calling people, obviously OAPs, and trying to get them to have their vacuum cleaners serviced. Just listening to the spiel made me feel ill. I looked up and there was a poster on the wall, which showed numerous awards you could win within the company for flogging this crap. I think they were little lapel badges. There must have been forty of them, but the one I remember was “The Golden Telephone”.

I told them I’d think about it. I went home and continued to live on £35 a week income support for some time.
(Bob the Builder killed Captain Alex, Sat 9 Jul 2011, 22:42, Reply)