I dunno, I think that I would go into cesspool polishing before I chose telemarketing as a profession. I wouldn’t feel so dirty at the end of the day.
Even though I think that telemarketers (at the corporate level, if not at the level of the unskilled employee) are the scum of the earth, it goes against my upbringing to be intentionally rude to someone without provocation. A typical telemarketing call begins something like this:
(Pick up phone. Say “Hello” two or three times while the damned auto-dialer decides whether or not I am the lucky recipient of this call.)
“Is this Mrs. Totally-Mangled-Pronounciation-of-a-Relatively-Simple-Name?” This, or the use of my formal first name (as opposed to the name I typically go by) is my clue that this is not someone I want to speak with.
“May I ask who is calling?”
At this point, they usually respond with either “This is Joe-Bob from XYZ Plumbing,” or “This is a courtesy call from the Butt-Munch Corporation.” At this point, I have clearly identified that this is no one I want to talk to. In order to minimize both their wasted time and my own, I give them my canned response: “I’m sorry, I don’t respond to telephone solicitations. Please place our number on your ‘Do Not Call’ list.” I do NOT hang up on them.
Perhaps 10% of the time, I get what I consider the correct response — they ask me to verify my name and number, and that I want off their list, and tell me that they will do so. Perhaps 10% of the time, I get an apology for having been disturbed. About 30% of the time, the jerk tries to tell me “I’m not trying to sell you anything.” 50% of the time, the SOB’s hang up on ME. This is a friggin’ COURTESY call?
The last time some twit hung up on me, I just happened to remember his name and the company he was calling from. I pulled out the phone book, and called the corporate offices and related (in a calm and rational voice) what had happened. I told them that it was a pretty terrible representation of their corporation for their people to be making unsolicited phone calls to people during the dinner hour, and when they were politely asked not to call, to then slam the phone down in their ears. Do I feel bad if I got him fired? Nope. He was getting paid for that phone call, and I was not. I treated him courteously, and he treated me rudely in return.
This is the issue that bugs me the most. I do not mind advertising on TV. It helps to pay for the entertainment shows I want to watch. I do not mind magazine ads (except the damned loose cards that fall out all over the place, and the smelly perfume ads) because they reduce the price I pay for the magazine. Though I don’t like junk mail, it doesn’t take me much effort to throw it into the trash, and it doesn’t increase my postal rates (in fact, I hope that the bulk mail rates are designed to help subsidize first class service at least to some extent.) But I PAY for my telephone service for my own convenience. I want to be able to call people when I wish, and to have people I wish to talk with be able to call me. I do not pay for this service to have some cretin who can’t even read a common name correctly hound me to buy some crap that I don’t want.
If our legislators had any cojones whatsoever, they would ban the use of automatic dialers for telemarketing purposes. They harass individuals needlessly. Of course, the sorry corporate telemarketers would boo-hoo about how this would raise their costs astronomically, and destroy their industry, which would be bad for the economy, not to mention their ability to make campaign contributions…
And let me conclude this with a hearty FUCK YOU! to MCI, for allowing their damned automatic dialer to call me more than 20 times in a four hour period on the day before my Master’s thesis was due. The phone would ring and ring, until I went to pick it up, only to find dead air. When I finally got a real person after four hours of this, I was ready to kill. (But, I never got any phone calls from MCI after that.) And let me second that FUCK YOU! for the sorry bastard at Southern Foods who forgot to turn off the telemarketing machine (with an automated recording) over the weekend, which resulted in me receiving their charming recorded message twice, at roughly 1 AM and 4 AM on a Sunday morning. (Which was actually pretty traumatic as well as irritating, since when I get a call in the middle of the night, I automatically assume it is someone calling to tell me that someone has died.)
The scary part is, this was 10 years ago, and I am still bitter after all these years…