Ring, Ring
So I'm curious: am I the only person in the twenty-first century who, when a phone rings doesn't feel the slightest obligation to answer it? Who is fine with just...letting it ring?
I've never been much of a phone person. When I was growing up, the calls were never for me. Since I HAVE grown up (ha!) I find that nothing much has changed. Now I get fond, loving calls from concerned telemarketers who, even though they don't even know me, want to make sure I know about the latest in carpet cleaning supplies, because my life will be truly incomplete if I don't buy this amazing product that I don't know how I managed to live without before I heard about it.
I don't like to brag, but I even got a call from Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger the other day. Apparently he doesn't have enough to do with untangling the California economy, so he is making up for it by recording phone messages for likely voters. Unfortunately, I thought he was a telemarketer and hung up on him.
For any telemarketers who might by some chance be reading this: I'm sorry. You have a crappy job. I really hope that you get at least one nice person every day who will listen to your spiel and not hang up on you, because wow, how depressing it must be to hear a click every time you start talking to someone. But honestly, why, WHY do you call at 9pm? Or in the middle of dinner? Or...well, why do you call? I hate to say this, but no one I know likes to receive telemarketing calls! I mean, do YOU even like it?
Every now and then, I break my policy and I will answer the phone when it rings. When I pick it up, and there is a little pause before the person answers my pleasant greeting, I know I'm in for it. I do try to be polite, but it's hard when they don't let you get a word in edgewise, like the guy who called me from Discover card the other day to inform me that they were going to send me information about some credit protection plan that I don't want. It's a 30-day free trial, he said, after which I will start to be charged for it. Only he said that in about two minutes, with a lot of other stuff that I couldn't understand because he was talking so fast. As soon as he took a breath, I said (politely I thought) "I don't want it," and he said emphatically over the next 2 minutes that I needed to have all the materials to make an informed decision--so he was sending it to me anyway. I think I'll cancel my Discover card. Good work, Mr Telemarketing Guy.
As I've been writing this for the past 15-20 minutes, I've heard the phone ring about five times. Well, I am home, but I am not answering. You can call, but you won't talk to me! I am beyond the reach of your feeble attempts to communicate with me! I HAVE DEFEATED YOU! Hahahahahahaha!!!!
Ahem. Sorry.
I'm, uh, going to go do some work now.
I've never been much of a phone person. When I was growing up, the calls were never for me. Since I HAVE grown up (ha!) I find that nothing much has changed. Now I get fond, loving calls from concerned telemarketers who, even though they don't even know me, want to make sure I know about the latest in carpet cleaning supplies, because my life will be truly incomplete if I don't buy this amazing product that I don't know how I managed to live without before I heard about it.
I don't like to brag, but I even got a call from Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger the other day. Apparently he doesn't have enough to do with untangling the California economy, so he is making up for it by recording phone messages for likely voters. Unfortunately, I thought he was a telemarketer and hung up on him.
For any telemarketers who might by some chance be reading this: I'm sorry. You have a crappy job. I really hope that you get at least one nice person every day who will listen to your spiel and not hang up on you, because wow, how depressing it must be to hear a click every time you start talking to someone. But honestly, why, WHY do you call at 9pm? Or in the middle of dinner? Or...well, why do you call? I hate to say this, but no one I know likes to receive telemarketing calls! I mean, do YOU even like it?
Every now and then, I break my policy and I will answer the phone when it rings. When I pick it up, and there is a little pause before the person answers my pleasant greeting, I know I'm in for it. I do try to be polite, but it's hard when they don't let you get a word in edgewise, like the guy who called me from Discover card the other day to inform me that they were going to send me information about some credit protection plan that I don't want. It's a 30-day free trial, he said, after which I will start to be charged for it. Only he said that in about two minutes, with a lot of other stuff that I couldn't understand because he was talking so fast. As soon as he took a breath, I said (politely I thought) "I don't want it," and he said emphatically over the next 2 minutes that I needed to have all the materials to make an informed decision--so he was sending it to me anyway. I think I'll cancel my Discover card. Good work, Mr Telemarketing Guy.
As I've been writing this for the past 15-20 minutes, I've heard the phone ring about five times. Well, I am home, but I am not answering. You can call, but you won't talk to me! I am beyond the reach of your feeble attempts to communicate with me! I HAVE DEFEATED YOU! Hahahahahahaha!!!!
Ahem. Sorry.
I'm, uh, going to go do some work now.
posted by grackyfrogg @ 9:48 AM
1 Comments:
At 1:59 PM ,
Anonymous said...
Hmm, I don't mind the odd phone call, maybe cause there's only two of us living here so it's a 50/50 chance of being for me... or maybe my life is slighty boring at the moment and hey it could be a call saying i've won a cool mill, hey you never no unless you answer.
Don't worry for all those telemarketers reading this, it could of been worse you could be parking ticket officers.
Bri.
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