"I'm not psychic. During the six months I spent working as a telephone psychic, my only supernatural gift was the ability to sound fascinated by a stranger's love life at 2.17am. Yet for hundreds of billable hours, I sat on my living room floor wearing plaid pyjamas and a telemarketing headset, charging callers by the minute for insights into their lives. Perhaps this made me a con artist, but I wasn't a dangerous one."
"When it started, I'd recently quit my job as an editor at a publishing company to write a novel while doing telemarketing shifts from my kitchen table. Instead of knocking off a bestseller, I found myself cold-calling strangers about energy bills while gripped by writer's block and an inconvenient yearning to have a baby. Work from home! an ad popped up one day among remote data entry and content moderation jobs. Use your intuition to help others find clarity!"
The writer spent six months working as a telephone psychic while attempting to write a novel and earn from home. Callers were charged by the minute and sessions required performing interest in strangers' lives during odd hours. The hiring process lacked meaningful verification and consisted of a brief interview about wifi and a contract. The writer claimed tarot experience despite minimal practice. The job mixed cold-calling about energy bills with offering psychic readings, creating a tension between providing comfort and selling services for profit.
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