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I don't know about you, but I will be SOOOOO glad when October 1 rolls around and my number is taken OFF of most telemarketers' lists! Yesterday alone, Saturday, I had FIFTEEN FUCKING CALLS from the damned telemarketers, a few of whom just wouldn't give up and take a polite "not interested" for an answer. The damn calls started at 8:15 A.M., and didn't stop until 10 p.m. A couple times they left lengthy messages on the machine, filling up the damn tape with their nonsense spiel, as if anyone was ever actually going to get back to them!
What really took the cake yesterday, though, was someone calling to advise my parents (my son and I live with them, and they had taken my son to Cincinnati for the weekend, leaving me to do the weekend telemarketer battle alone) of some damn special offer or other on an auto club run by their insurance company. My mom and stepdad have an unusual Polish surname, and my stepdad goes by Terry, not Terrence, his full name. Everyone we know knows this, and they know how to pronounce the last name, so when someone asks to speak with "Terrence" and then stumbles over the last name, I know it's pretty much a given that it's a telemarketer (or a debt collector, and we don't want to talk to them, either, lol!). So anyway, this person immediately starts stumbling over the name, then says why they're calling, about that "special offer." When I very politely said that I was sorry but that he and my mom weren't available, she then asked if I had another number where she could reach them, which totally floored me! I finally lost my cool, saying that not only did I NOT have another number for them (which was bullshit, I knew exactly where they were!), but that I wouldn't give it to her if I DID have it and she had no right to ask! I then hung up the phone, I was so pissed!
But the REALLY infuriating thing was this morning. SEVEN THIRTY the phone rang. I was in bed, but I answered it, thinking it was my parents, since no one else would call that early. Well, lo and behold, it was another damn telemarketer who, upon hearing that "Terrence-unpronounceable-surname" was unavailable, immediately launched into her spiel anyway, something about a new program from one of their fucking credit cards or something like that. Hoo boy, Jesus H. Christ on a raft, did I let her have it, advising her to buy a watch because she should know better than to bother people at SEVEN FUCKING THIRTY ON A SUNDAY MORNING! I repeated that I couldn't believe she was calling at such a time, that I was sleeping, then I firmly said goodbye and slammed the phone down. Then I took the jack off the phone in my bedroom so I wouldn't have to deal with anymore of that shit and could sleep a couple more hours in peace!
And this happens EVERY FUCKING WEEKEND, and, to a lesser extent, during the week. So, like I said, I don't know about you, but I cannot wait for October 1!
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