Whatever shall I do? Do you see that over there? : points : Do you? Yeah, that’s baby Jesus weeping because of my horrible actions.
At work we get countless calls from telemarketers: toner, water, exorcisms- whatever we need is just a phone call away. I could rant all day (but not with enough vitrol to throw this into the pit) about telemarketers, but lately a few things have really stuck out to me as, well, whiskey tango foxtrot?
The first thing always leaves me doin’ one of these :smack:. The convo will go something like this:
Perhaps my last comment was a bit snarky, but on the particular day this exchange took place, this was the FIFTH such call I received within that hour. Each one was asking to speak to “the MAN in charge” and called me some variation of “Miss,” “Honey,” or “Sweetie.” But this was also the FIFTH person that said they weren’t soliciting something when they in fact were. Bah.
But the most recent thing that gets me: since I’m bored with screwing with the telemarketers, the moment they ask to speak to, “The president in charge of blah blah” I just say, “Are you selling something?” Pause.
Pause.
Pause.
“Ok then, so just take us off your list and don’t call here again, k?”
Pause.
Pause.
“But, ma’am. I just–”
“No, take us off your list.” Then I hang up. What gets me is that they sound so . . . hurt? It’s amazing. And makes me feel a little good. Ok, more than a little good.
And for the record, we are a tax business. If I say, “Are you soliciting something?” and it is, oh say, an IRS agent, they will say, “Nope. This is Revenue Officer Money Bags.” Then I’ll apologize and put them through. No harm done there.
**Not the real name, but I wish it was.