She said, "Yes, financial!" and lauded me on my psychic abilities. Shortly thereafter, I was hired into the realm of professional psychics. Sadly, I was not taught how to psi-blast, nor issued a cape.

They're going to hang up on you eventually if it's just 10 solid minutes of you going "waaaait for iiiit." So at some point you need to some psychic-ing. You can learn a lot about a person by their area code and the sound of their voice. Pair that with a few basic observations, and you're golden: older women calling psychics tend to be single; they're either divorced or they've just lost their husband. They also tend to have a pet: cats if they're from the East Coast, or dogs if they're from the west. The goal was to fit your caller into a rough category so you could impress them with your "insight" into their life. They're predisposed to believe, and a few accurate predictions hook them in for longer calls.

It's those long calls where you make the most money. The first five minutes were free, but after that my customers paid $9.26 a minute, and I got a solid 40 percent of each call. Obviously you wanted to keep them on the line as long as possible, but if they broke an hour your cut bumped up to 55 percent. Meet those criteria, and you're making $280 per hour. The median wage for a nuclear engineer works out to about $50 per hour, and most of those poor suckers probably have to put on pants.

One woman called wanting advice on which flowers would bolster her garden's psychic energy. I wound up Googling some pretty flowers and said, "Chrysanthemums look nice; they heighten your psychic abilities, and you want to plant them on the left side of the garden." I expounded on that for 45 minutes, and while proud may not be the right word for what I felt, it was definitely a significant achievement. At least the devil might be impressed, when I tell him in hell.

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"Nice job working the whole "left thing" in there."

I once had a college kid call who wanted me to figure out the answers to a test. That call lasted maybe 10 minutes before I said, "You're not focusing enough on the specific teacher; do you have any other class stresses?"

"Yes ..."

"I can't focus in on just one of them, because there are so many."

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I didn't need the "spirits" to tell me the "fog" on his focus wasn't metaphorical.

I don't know how that kid wound up doing on his test, but hopefully he learned that studying is more effective than the word of a phone psychic. That seems like a lesson worth about $50.

Here is that code:

"Don't advise them to do anything illegal."

That's it.

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It may not have the grandeur of other creeds, but at least ours fits on one tablet.

Literally anything else you do to gouge your fellow man is totally aces. But I'm a human being with what I like to think is a good set of morals, and I started feeling bad about it. In fairness, the callers believed that psychics both: existed and that they plied their trade over the phone rather than winning lotteries or manipulating the stock market. Somebody was going to take advantage of them. Still, though, it's kind of a shitty thing to do. And it wears on you.

I had a four-hour call once. It was almost the entirety of my shift for the night, and I wound up being the one who cut it off. I made some sort of claim about needing to "recharge my powers," but I was really just completely emotionally drained. This elderly woman was going to die soon, and she wanted to check in on all her departed friends first to get a preview of what heaven would be like. She was basically asking me to act out a whole high school reunion full of people I didn't know. I actually thought it was sweet at the time. She said, "I know I'll be in heaven soon, and I want to touch base with all these people, and I need to be sure I'm going to see them there." Of course, I pretended we got in touch with everybody, because the first rule of psychically contacting somebody's dead loved ones is never pretend they're burning in hell. I know you have a great devil-voice impression; this is not the time to use it.

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Save him for telemarketing, where he belongs.

I distinctly remember the call that made me quit: a young guy was calling because his parents had just died in a car crash, and he was contemplating suicide. I just couldn't respond. I said something stupid along the lines of, "I see something good for you coming in the near future." Then when the call ended, I looked his number up online, called the local police department, and warned them. Work snapped at me for violating his confidentiality.

That guy wound up pushing me over the edge. I started dropping phone calls because I just couldn't work up the energy to lie. My paychecks were getting smaller and smaller, so I resigned and never made another prediction.

I'm still exactly as psychic as I was when I started the job.

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