By David Fear. But his parents told him that if he left high school, he would need to work, full stop. And then Sam heard about the Civic Development Group. The telemarketing firm, commonly referred to as CDG, had what you might call a loose hiring process.
That was it. Neither was a criminal record, which is why a lot of ex-cons and a number of shady dudes worked there as well.
The fact that the bulk of their clients were state lodges of the Fraternal Order of Police was simply ironic. You could basically do whatever the hell you wanted. You just had to make your sales.
This was fucking heaven. Welcome to the world that Telemarketers , the new three-part HBO docuseries directed by Lipman-Stern and Adam Bhala Lough that premieres on August 13th, drops you into — a nonstop boiler-room bacchanal populated by drug addicts, drug dealers, punk kids, shit-talkers, hustlers, and a gaggle of middle-aged salesmen that might have been plucked from a community college production of Glengarry Glen Ross.
Lipman-Stern had mentioned to one of his managers, a gregarious pound guy named Big Ed, that the anything-goes culture at CDG would make for an unbelievable documentary. Big Ed encouraged the kid to bring in his camcorder, and Sam ended up capturing a lot of wild and crazy shifts. He also found himself gravitating toward Patrick J.
