So I was sitting around at ten this morning in my standard issue unemployed-guy uniform, which consists of a pair of boxers and a bathrobe, drinking my coffee and starting my morning troll of help wanted ads. Suddenly the phone rings! Quick like a bunny I leap into action, grabbing the cordless phone and dimming the radio before the second ring falls silent. No one I know would be calling at this hour, they all have jobs, this could be a prospective employer! I don my most respectful voice and answer the phone:
TFSC: Hello?
Caller: Hello, this is Sam.
TFSC: Hi Sam, what can I do for you?
Sam: I tried calling you a few days ago but you were out, so I thought I’d try again this morning.
TFSC: (thinks: i don’t get out much these days, wonder when he called, and why didn’t leave a message) Well thank you for calling back, I appreciate it.
Sam: My boss wanted me to talk to you about a disturbing trend he noticed with rising price of insurance these days…
TFSC: (thinks: god dammit) Hold on a second are you trying to sell me something?!
Sam: …blah blah blah blah blah insurance blah blah blah…
TFSC: (thinks: WTF?) Hey are you listening to me?
Sam: …blah blah blah insurance blah blah goat felching is fun blah blah blah…
TFSC: Goddammit you’re not even real are you? Son of a bitch. <hangs up>
Fuckers! They really timed this message perfectly, for a good 20 seconds I thought I had a real person. The start delay was perfectly timed to my “hello” the pauses between the indroductionary comments felt natural and the recording sounded like a real damned person. I was fooled! Tricked! Deceieved! They employed trickery in order to steal time from me! I felt violated or, as my grandmother used to say after returning from a BDSM meeting, ridden hard and put away wet. I don’t know what that means, but that’s how I felt.
Now, I’ve received pre-recorded calls before but I’ve always been able to identify them as such before the message gets past it’s opening comments warning me and my (non existant) family of the dangers of toxic mold. These I can take in stride with out getting worried. Sure answering the phone wasn’t worth the calories consumed in getting up to grab it but at least I’m not tricked and as a result less of my time is wasted.
This foul peice of telemarketing treachery, on the other hand, filled me with a sputum spewing rage the likes of which I haven’t felt since the time two summers ago when I got into a heated argument turn fistfight with my sock drawer. I hate the people responsible for this abomination with a bright burning passion that will never die. I only wish that I hadn’t been so blinded by rage and hatred that I’d listen to the full recording so I could learn who was behind this dastardly trickery. So I could call and complain, once an hour, on the hour all day. I have nothing better to do. However, so all consuming was my rage that I had to lock myself in the closet for almost an hour punching holes in the sheetrock before I was calm enough to articulate even basic English phrases, much less plot a proper revenge.
The next time I get a fucking pre-recorded telemarketing call at any time of the day I’m going pay attention to the contact information. Then I’ll teach them a lesson about annoying a bored guy with nothing but spare time. They’ll have to hire extra staff just to deal my incessant complaints. Perhaps I’ll even prerecord them. This way I’ll slowly bankrupt those responsible for besmirching the public communication lines with such foul, devil inspired trickery.