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	<title>Comments on: Ignore The Signs</title>
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		<title>By: frances</title>
		<link>http://myveryworstjob.com/2010/03/10/ignore-the-signs/comment-page-1/#comment-476</link>
		<dc:creator>frances</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Jun 2010 22:12:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I knew eventually someone would write about that crooked company. I worked for the missing kid&#039;s division, where we lured people in doing fingerprint cards and then tried to sell them useless junk, claiming that the money went to charity, when in fact only 5% did, and I wasn&#039;t even sure about that.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I knew eventually someone would write about that crooked company. I worked for the missing kid&#8217;s division, where we lured people in doing fingerprint cards and then tried to sell them useless junk, claiming that the money went to charity, when in fact only 5% did, and I wasn&#8217;t even sure about that.</p>
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		<title>By: BLB</title>
		<link>http://myveryworstjob.com/2010/03/10/ignore-the-signs/comment-page-1/#comment-162</link>
		<dc:creator>BLB</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Mar 2010 20:10:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>DS-MAX....yeah i had this one first summer after freshman year of college.  I gig was selling the credit card machines to stores in the hood.  They also told me to quit college.   This place was ridiculous</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>DS-MAX&#8230;.yeah i had this one first summer after freshman year of college.  I gig was selling the credit card machines to stores in the hood.  They also told me to quit college.   This place was ridiculous</p>
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		<title>By: Tracey</title>
		<link>http://myveryworstjob.com/2010/03/10/ignore-the-signs/comment-page-1/#comment-155</link>
		<dc:creator>Tracey</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Mar 2010 11:33:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Yes I&#039;ve had this job too. Very common scam. Mine wasn&#039;t coupons, it was selling people Verizon. Commission only, long hours, no pay until weeks later. I stayed one week and then begged for my old job back and got it.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yes I&#8217;ve had this job too. Very common scam. Mine wasn&#8217;t coupons, it was selling people Verizon. Commission only, long hours, no pay until weeks later. I stayed one week and then begged for my old job back and got it.</p>
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		<title>By: Sam</title>
		<link>http://myveryworstjob.com/2010/03/10/ignore-the-signs/comment-page-1/#comment-154</link>
		<dc:creator>Sam</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 13 Mar 2010 16:25:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Note: pretty much any ad for a &quot;marketing&quot; position is in fact for the lowest level of a pyramid scheme. Avoid.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Note: pretty much any ad for a &#8220;marketing&#8221; position is in fact for the lowest level of a pyramid scheme. Avoid.</p>
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		<title>By: ThisIsMyStory</title>
		<link>http://myveryworstjob.com/2010/03/10/ignore-the-signs/comment-page-1/#comment-151</link>
		<dc:creator>ThisIsMyStory</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Mar 2010 19:19:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>There is so much more to this story... the &quot;trainer&quot; made me (seriously like wouldn&#039;t go further unless I complied) take off my suit jacket because he said it made customers uncomfortable if we were in stuffy suits.  Yeah right.  Note: I am a female. Also, the owner told me that all of our paychecks would go into a company account and when we needed any money we would just have to tell her so she could cut us a check.   I think this is actually a pretty common thing though as I&#039;ve met lots of people with similar stories!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There is so much more to this story&#8230; the &#8220;trainer&#8221; made me (seriously like wouldn&#8217;t go further unless I complied) take off my suit jacket because he said it made customers uncomfortable if we were in stuffy suits.  Yeah right.  Note: I am a female. Also, the owner told me that all of our paychecks would go into a company account and when we needed any money we would just have to tell her so she could cut us a check.   I think this is actually a pretty common thing though as I&#8217;ve met lots of people with similar stories!</p>
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		<title>By: Emily</title>
		<link>http://myveryworstjob.com/2010/03/10/ignore-the-signs/comment-page-1/#comment-150</link>
		<dc:creator>Emily</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Mar 2010 20:11:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I interviewed for a very similar job. Showed up for the interview in heels and a dress, as they weren&#039;t up front that the second interview would consist of walking all over a neighborhood...I was mortified. I asked that they take me back before the interview was over as I knew it wasn&#039;t right...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I interviewed for a very similar job. Showed up for the interview in heels and a dress, as they weren&#8217;t up front that the second interview would consist of walking all over a neighborhood&#8230;I was mortified. I asked that they take me back before the interview was over as I knew it wasn&#8217;t right&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: Andrew</title>
		<link>http://myveryworstjob.com/2010/03/10/ignore-the-signs/comment-page-1/#comment-149</link>
		<dc:creator>Andrew</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Mar 2010 20:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This story would be hilariously awesome if it was a guy who submitted it. Either way, it&#039;s still a sucky experience.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This story would be hilariously awesome if it was a guy who submitted it. Either way, it&#8217;s still a sucky experience.</p>
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		<title>By: NotGullibleEnough</title>
		<link>http://myveryworstjob.com/2010/03/10/ignore-the-signs/comment-page-1/#comment-148</link>
		<dc:creator>NotGullibleEnough</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Mar 2010 18:48:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I could have written this myself!! Except I did this in the middle of  a snowstorm door to door and I didn&#039;t have snowboots. The morning &quot;training&quot; session and pep talks were creepy.  On the second day I was sick of getting no&#039;s so the trainer and I told the people we were testing Columbia jackets (since we had almost matching jackets) and asked the people if they wanted to throw snowballs at us. They gave us sympathy when we gave the really story and bought our coupons.  I left after day 2 also. I couldn&#039;t survive working 12 hour days on commission only.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I could have written this myself!! Except I did this in the middle of  a snowstorm door to door and I didn&#8217;t have snowboots. The morning &#8220;training&#8221; session and pep talks were creepy.  On the second day I was sick of getting no&#8217;s so the trainer and I told the people we were testing Columbia jackets (since we had almost matching jackets) and asked the people if they wanted to throw snowballs at us. They gave us sympathy when we gave the really story and bought our coupons.  I left after day 2 also. I couldn&#8217;t survive working 12 hour days on commission only.</p>
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		<title>By: SoloReflex</title>
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		<dc:creator>SoloReflex</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Mar 2010 14:22:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>How old were you at the time?!? This has to be a teenager job.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>How old were you at the time?!? This has to be a teenager job.</p>
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