I got the F-bomb my first day on the job. I was still stuttering around and scared and hadn't said more than three or four words when he hit me with it. I was shocked at first, but when I told everyone about they cheered and my supervisor gave me some candy.

I'm so nice to telemarketers when they call now. I usually tell them I'm not interested, but I'm a lot kinder about it than I used to be.

I usually just tell the kid that I can hear his dad talking and to put him on the phone. But it's sad when the parents have taught their kids to lie at such a young age, especially when they claim they don't like telemarketers because the telemarketers are liars-it's parents like them that the bad telemarketers get it from!

I called some lady once and after I told her who I was she just said 'You have ugly shoes!' and hung-up.

It will provide a more theatrical atmosphere. And we will have floor mikes for the tap dancers.

Their words of encouragement were just what I needed. I was doing a great job, and I appreciated their cheers.I felt a dormlike camaraderie in the burn unit, since each of us knew the challenges we were facing like no one else could, and therefore how meaningful each triumph was.