During the past twenty years, I have been on the receiving end of many phone calls that were generated by automated dialing machines.
The people who own these machines and are able to profit from them keep getting smarter and smarter and more skillful in the struggle to get me to answer their calls in person.
Over the years, it has been a long hard struggle to avoid taking their calls. I don’t think that I have to explain all the steps taken on both sides to avoid answering their calls.
The latest step they have taken seems to be to use the same area code and three digit prefix that I use so to make the call seem like someone real in my neighborhood.
For example, if I lived in New York City, my area code could very well be 212 and if my three digit prefix was 688, then my number might well be something like: 212-688-xxxx.
When I see that number flash on my telephone’s Caller ID, it’s very difficult to avoid picking up the phone and answering, “Hello?” Especially if I’m expecting an important call.
This particular automated dialing machine got me on two counts today.
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I was in the middle of something important and I stopped doing that and ran to the telephone to answer it.
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I had hoped the caller was someone I had hoped it would be and I picked up the phone - only to discover it was another one of those B.S. automated calls.
I only stay on the line for a second or two. That is all it takes to realize that I have been suckered yet again.
I know that I should just let this slide off my back. A wonderful lady who was a member of this board (TubaDiva) once explained to me that if I allowed these people to anger me to the point where they ruin my day, I would be allowing them to “win” so to speak. TubaDiva was too advanced to see this struggle as a win-lose event. She simply allowed the call to roll off her back and helped me to realize that I should do the same. But unfortunately, I am nowhere near as advanced as she is and it is very difficult for me to view the world in the same way that she does.
Oh, I so do wish that I was just one tenth as advanced as Tuba Diva is. What a wonderful lady she is.
But I wonder. How do you all feel about this horrible thing? Is it really possible to avoid having these horrible machines ruin your day? And, if so, how do you do such a thing? Try as I like, I just can’t see how to do it.