August 11, 2019

One Good Reason To Be A Pso

Want a good story about why I like being a phone sex operator? I had a long night, stayed up way past any decent bedtime, even though I knew that I had to log in for work early this morning.  You’ve done that before, did something silly and only got two or three of hours of sleep in before you have to drag yourself out of bed to work hard for your money so you’ll be able to do something silly again the next weekend! Alarm went off this morning and I could barely open my eyes. I reached out for my phone, hit the alarm button off, logged in on my phone… and then I laid back down and went to sleep. I had one or two calls while I was still in bed, but since I was able to go right back to sleep I was still well-rested once I did finally get up. Doesn’t sound too bad to be a pso, does it?
August 7, 2019

A Piece Of Advice For Future Pso’s

One thing that turned out to be kind of surprising to me when I became a phone sex operator is the loyalty that some of your callers will show for you.  I suppose I was expecting a constant stream of new callers, if I was expecting anything, guys that I spouted off a script to that I think might get them off.  Turned out that it was more involved than that, you have to get to know someone, not necessarily identifying info, but their personal likes and dislikes regarding whatever their fetish happens to be.  Keep notes, call them by name, remember what they like and what could just be someone who gives you one or two calls could be a repeat customer that won’t talk to anyone else! You won’t click with everyone and that’s not something to worry about.  Be sure to remember the ones that you do click with, and you will do fine working on this sex line.
July 15, 2019

Relaxing Work As PSO

I hated having to go to work. I’m a functioning adult, so I did what I had to do, but that certainly doesn’t mean I enjoyed it.  I worked shifts, so I had to wake up at four am to beat the traffic just to make it to work at nine am.  Second shift had me watching the clock all day to see how many hours I had before I had to trudge my way to work. And the best shift of all, third, had me standing around like a zombie in a cloud of exhaustion. None of that sounds terribly pleasant, does it? What do I do now? I work as a phone sex operator, so whether I work a few hours or 24 of them, I’m home and relaxed. If I take the night off, and plan to log in at nine am, all I have to do is set the alarm for nine, roll over to log in on my phone… and that’s it.  What’s not to like about that?