Selling Credit cards and Pet insurance
I was a numpty of a naive teenager and took a job in Manchester as a 'sales person'. I was naive because me being me never asked about wages.

This turned out to be pay as you sell basis.

I lasted 3 days made 4 sales and got paid £32 ex tax.

I did however sell a credit card to Mark Radcliff's (off mark n Lard) Wife. Which as it turned out was incorrect and got rejected.

I quit whilst standing at a booth in the Trafford centre, I literally got my stuff and walked. Its quite a strange feeling going from super depressed, and tied down, to being so free.

I went back a day after to collect some stuff, and was greeted by a young lad whom id been working with the day before. Apparently he had been working 'the charity run' which is where you go door to door and get people signed up to giving £5 a month to charity.

Apparently he said he was making a fortune and tried to persuade me to come back as it was 'piss easy'

"All you say is 'are you happy here sir?, in your nice house, with your nice car, healthy children, central heating'? It works every time - especially the old women..." he said “I made nearly £150 yesterday"

I couldn’t believe what i was hearing - and there the penny dropped. I realised the game the company played. I never did go back.
(Dan dan dan They tik urh jerbs!!!, Wed 28 May 2008, 9:54, 1 reply)

I used to do door-to-door chugging
But it was normally for the local park ('full of smackheads, isn't it?') and stuff.

£150 really isn't an exaggeration! I only left because I couldn't stand the cold in winter!
( Methylene Blue - electrohead, Wed 28 May 2008, 10:03, closed)