Dear people I have to call at work:
Yes, I am a telemarketer. Please don’t personally insult me. You have every right to be peeved, or annoyed, or whatever. I mean, I called you. I hate this job, but that’s what I’m stuck doing, and I’m sorry. Hang up, get mad at the company, swear at Citibank, whatever. That’s fine.
You don’t need to personally insult me. Doing this to someone who knocked on your door to sell you something would not be acceptable. Doing this to someone who annoyed you at the store would not be acceptable. Doing this to a store clerk who is stuck following store policy would not be acceptable. Why do you think it’s acceptable for you to tell me to “drop dead?” Why do you think it’s acceptable for you to tell me that I’m a lazy, stupid, low IQ loser? Why is it acceptable for you to unleash a string of profanity at me? I’m not doing the same to you…I mean, get mad that I called, waste my time, hang up on me, whatever…say you want to be put on the do not call list; I’ll put you on there.
I don’t want this job. I don’t want to annoy people. I hate having to sell things. But it’s the only place that’ll pay more than minimum wage and’ll hire me for two months. Please don’t make it any worse than it has to be. I’m sorry I called, ok? I’m trying to be nice, and I won’t endlessly rebutt…I’m not trying to scam you; I actually think this is a pretty cool offer. So please stop telling me I’m worthless.
Dear Ex-Boyfriend:
I’m glad we’re talking again. But I still don’t want to hear about how you’re trying to date this girl. I mean, what the hell do you see in her? She’s a druggie; she shoplifts; she’s not even that nice and YOU ADMIT IT. Why do you want her? Why do you have to tell me you want her?
It just reminds me of the fact that I am unattatched and have no idea of how to get attatched…or even of how I can get a date. Your romantic life isn’t the best way to restart a close friendship with an ex. Give me a few weeks, ok?
Dear Former Friend:
I’m sorry about what I did to your friend last year. I still feel guilty about it. I wish I hadn’t done it, and I wouldn’t do it again. He, however, has brought himself to converse politely with me when necessary, and to leave me alone when he doesn’t need to talk.
Why, then, do you feel this need to make me feel guilty? We were friends for a long time, so you know I can do guilt trips with the best of them. You know I don’t need any help to do it. Why can’t you just leave me the heck alone?
Dear World:
I’m sorry for everything I am and everything I’ve done. Just lay the hell off of me for a while. I don’t need this skata, and I don’t think I’ve deserved it. Go bother someone else, make peace with yourself, get some common sense, whatever. Just stop dumping on me. Cause I’m sorry. I’m sorry I telemarket, I’m sorry I dated you, I’m sorry I wronged your friend. Let it go. Leave me alone.
…Thanks…