My wife (a non-doper) just read the post regarding telemarketers in IMHO and it really pissed her off the way people have this attitude that telemarketers are honest folks trying to earn a living. BULLSHIT! Telemarketing is a crime against humanity! It should be punishable by death!
Horrible, painful death! Most telemarketers are selling bullshit items…insurance on credit cards…vitamins…dancing lessons! If I need any of this crap I’ll go looking for them! How dare you call my home during dinner. How dare you call my home when my wife & I are having sex. How dare you call my home when I’m watching Mystery Science Theater 3000. How dare you call us 6 times a day with some new bullshit sales pitch! Fuck you! Get a real job! If you are a male telemarketer, get off your lazy ass and get a mans job! Telemarketing is for crooks and queers! If you are a woman, find a man, get porked, get pregnant, stay home, and make formula! Stop calling peoples houses with your stupid sales pitch! I want all telemarketers to die a horrible death and burn in hell for all eternity!
You’re a MSTie? Kewl.
Anyways, I think that while some telemarketers are people who get suckered into a shitty job, I still don’t like them.
That said, I’m usually pretty polite. I just tell them I already have what they’re selling. Or like my dad told one guy who wanted to remortgage our house, that we rented.
Actually, I know some telemarketers (starving college kids)–they all say that the most polite thing you can do is in fact to just hang up flat out. Saves them time, confusion, and keeps em from thinking about the horrible, horrible thing that they’re doing.
You know, there was this FUCKING BITCH, A COCK-SUCKING CUNT, A DISEASE INFESTED CUNT, A CUNT WHOSE CUNT I HOPE HAS VD, MULTIPLE YEAST INFECTIONS, A CUNT WHO I HOPE DIES A HORRIBLE CUNT RELATED DEATH.
Anyway, she works for the local phone company. She called me up at 8AM on a Saturday to sell some FUCKING telephone plan or other. I was so sleepy that I hung up on her. She called me again 10 minutes later and hung up. For the next few Saturdays in a row she rang me again and again. I know it was her. I even considered calling up my phone company to complain, but it stopped.
Anyway, as SD is my witness, I PUT A CURSE ON HER, I HOPE SHE DIES A HORRIBLE DEATH. I CURSE HER ENTIRE FAMILY, I HOPE THEY ALL GO TO JAIL AND GET FUCKED THERE. I CURSE HER NEXT 10 GENERATIONS, I HOPE THEY ALL HAVE TO GET THE SAME FUCKING STUPID JOBS, I HOPE THEY ALL GET HUNG UP ON. I HOPE THEY KEEP CALLING OUT OF SPITE. I HOPE THEY GET CAUGHT, GET FIRED, GO TO JAIL, GET ASS FUCKED BY A BITCH.
My wife and I have some items in the house we’d like to sell. How about giving us your phone number and we’ll call you with a sales pitch 6 times a day, every day. For months on end. This is what happened to us! we’ll see how nice you are after the 3rd week.
Heres a true story:
On June 16th, 2000,A telemarketer called my mothers home. He asked for my father (by name). My ma told him my dad wasn’t there right then. The telemarketer proceeded to tell her that my dad wanted to order the product he was selling, and the telemarketer was calling back because my father did not have his credit card when he talked to the salesman. So the telemarketer told my mother to give him the card number so he could ship the product. My mom refused, saying my father did not want to order anything. The telemarketer exploded, yelling at my mother, telling her how pissed my dad will be that she didn’t order the product that he wanted.
“Lady, I spoke with your husband last week, and he wanted this, but didn’t have his card handy! I specifically called back for him, now give me the card number or theres going to be a fee for placing a false order charged to your husband!” said the telemarketer. My mother called him a liar and hung up. The prick called back 3 times yelling at her. She demanded to talk to his supervisor. He told he no. On the third call back she told him if he called her again she was calling the police. The calls stopped, but his final words were “your husband is going to kick you in the butt when he finds out what you did”.
My father has been dead for 9 years!
When I was startign college I got a job as a timeshare solicitor. I called about 200 peeps a night to convince them to go on a 2 day tour of Daytona beach. I was given stacks of 50 cards that people filled out in the mall, to win a car. I had a two page spiel that I had to read word for word, because that is what the research dept. finds most effective. They kept a radio going in the bacround and encouraged us to be loud so that the people we were calling thought EVERONE was goingt o daytona. This job was my hell. I was really good at it. The middle aged lonely men wer easy to get a credit card out of. I was high seller. I sucked.
THe funny part is that when I was booking these people to go to daytona, it was ablaze. It was in 98’ when EVERYTHING got burned down. They would say, Isn’t Daytona on fire? I would say, “No, NO, that is inland not near the beach.” Oh and firefighters got an extra night if they went. yippee
These SOB’s really chap my ass. 2 days ago, I had just fallen asleep for a nice little nap and the phone rings. This barely intelligible asshole tells me they are very thankful that I paid for my magazine subscription on time, and so are giving me the next 60 ( or maybe it was 16, as I said ,it was a real mush-mouth) months for free. I asked “What magazine would that be?”. She said she didn’t know, all she needed was my address and credit-card number and my FREE magazines would start arriving. I hung up. WTF??
I have never had any magazines delivered to my current address.
Wouldn’t they alredy have my address?
Why would they need my CC # for free subscriptions?
Do people actually fall for this shit?
All telemarketers should be locked in small, dark cells, forced to listen to Jim Nabors albums 24 hours a day, and fed imitation chocolate.
I’d like some clarification about why queers are lumped in with crooks, and what a woman who can’t get pregnant is supposed to do. Also, please define a man’s job… you white-trash, stuck-in-the-50’s, mysogynist whiner.
My insults are only for telemarketers. I wouldn’t say those rotten things to or about folks who don’t call me 6 times a day trying to sell me something! This is the Pit you know. Let me flame!
My policy has always been to just hang up on the bottom feeding unclefuckers.
But a couple years ago I got one from a nice old lady who was selling concert tickets for a multiple sclerosis benefit. Her pitch got to me because a friend’s mother I knew was suffering from the disease. Bummer, the tickets were almost $100 each and I was a starving college student living in a shack. This particular group didn’t have any way for me to just donate $10 or something, it was the concert or nothing. But the nice lady sounded EXACTLY like my grandmother who had passed away recently which got to me also, so I tried to let her down easy. I didn’t say yes, but I didn’t exactly say no either, and I wished her luck as I hung up.
Two days later she calls back. She really pushed this time, tried to staple me to the wall. I started explaining again that I was living on less than $10K per year and there was no way… The bitch cut me off in mid sentence with, “Well Sir, I can see you put your bank account ahead of suffering people. Have a profitable year”. And she hung up on me.
Now I don’t care if it’s a benefit to prevent a bus load of brain damaged child nuns from bursting into flames as they plunge over a cliff. I just hang up.
Because I’m not. Trust me, after this morning there’s no way
However…
A couple of these things sound like SCAMS, not telemarketing. It is (sadly) two different groups of people, particularly since the first group can be prosecuted, and the second (more sadly) cannot.
The best way to deal with these loons, though, is to listen long enough to get the name of the person making the call, the company that they’re calling from, and then say, “Put me on your do not call list.” They must do this. They must not call you for a full year. If they do call before the year is up, they can be taken to small claims court and will have to pay a fine, which increases every time they screw up.
Yes, it’s a little more work to keep your notepad next to the phone, with business name, operator name and date & time, but you know what? It’s worth it. No more phone calls. My telemarketer calls have gone down over 90% since I started this process, and I haven’t yet had to take any of them to court.
Oh, and since this is the pit: May all telemarketers lose all their teeth but one. And may they get a toothache.
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If you equate queers with criminal, you are insulting friends of mine. If you say women can’t hold a “man’s” job, or should all be pregnant, you are insulting me. Flame away - but you choice of insults tells me more about you than you probably wanted to reveal.
Last time this topic came up, I noted that telemarketing has a long “proud” history, dating back to at least 1909 (Housekeeper Objects to Telephone Advertising). Since then, I found an even earlier article, from 1903, Advertising by Telephone. So, with nearly a century of tradition, I don’t think it’s going away any time soon. In fact, I’m surprised major marketers haven’t invaded Internet chat yet.
Also, to add to the warnings about not giving out your credit card numbers, you also shouldn’t give out your Social Security Number or any checking account numbers, because scam artists can also use those to raid accounts.
> How dare you call my home when my wife & I are having sex?
I represent the Telemarketing Association of America, and we regularly check every message board on the Internet for just this sort of complaint. Luckily, we have a solution. Every time you’re about to have sex with your wife, post a new thread in this forum informing us that you will be having sex. We’ll be constantly watching for your post and we’ll know not to call you.
Furthermore, if you decided to bring home that cute secretary at work that you’ve always had the hots for so you can have sex with her, please post that fact. If you finally break down and admit your attraction to that young man at work who you’ve always suspected is gay so you can have sex with him, please post that fact. If you lure that 8-year-old neighbor over so you can have sex with him, post that fact. We’ll be glad to keep your sex life free of interruptions.
My God!:eek: There is actually a group out there more evil than NAMBLA? I’d like to say may God have mercy on your souls, but who am I to tell God what to do!
Sorry Sassy, but this is America & I’m allowed to insult whoever I want, and hold any opinions I want. And I hate telemarketers, straight or crooked! In fact, I hate anyone who calls me 6 times a day, every day, looking for money!
If you want to fire back, I look like Howdy Doodies evil twin!I work as a business consultant, but 1/2 my work involves head chopping ( I go with clients to fire their employees), I also own a small gun store! Other wise, I’m a sweet guy! Go on, Hit me with your best shot! I have thick skin.
I posted this before but will do it again for newer people-
One day I got a call from a telemarketer telling me that I can have a subscription to a magazine and only have to pay $3.00 a week. I asked, “For how many weeks?” and she said, “Three dollars a week! Everybody I call says that’s great! You can afford $3.00 a week!”. I asked her again. She kept repeating how people think that’s so great and are happy to pay it. Finally she told me-60 weeks!
“That’s $180.” I told her. “How long will the subscription last?” She told me for a year. Sooo… pay $180 for ONE magazine, and pay longer than the time I will actually get the magazine? I told her all that plus told her how I have magazines with over 2 year subscriptions that I pay less a lot less than that for. She asked me if I had a calculator in front of me because no one she ever talked to did the math so fast.
I just sighed and hung up on her.
I got another call from someone wanting donations to the Special Olympics. Now, that is a charity near and dear to my heart but he wanted donations of $50 or more and I couldn’t afford that (I was on welfare at the time). He played with my emotions, too. “Don’t you want to help out a special child?”. He made me feel like crap and I told him so. He didn’t apologize…just tried playing with my emotions. I finally hung up on him.
