There are some very bitter people here. Speaking as a former telemarketer (minimum wage, seven hours a night on the phone, which meant it wasn’t full-time, so no benefits), I might warn you that telemarketers are people too. And not only did we have your phone number, in many cases we had your address. And there’s a woman in Ohio who is still trying to figure out why a $900 stereo system from Fingerhut was delivered to her house. ( I was 18 years old, working 2 jobs, and stressed out. I admit it wasn’t the nicest thing in the world to do. But she started it! Nyaah Nyaah!) My other favorite thing to do was leave freaky messages on answering machines. The problem with most telemarketers is their bosses are a bunch of shirts who’ve never had to make the phone calls. These shirts have instituted a three “no” policy. If the marketer lets the call go without getting three "no"s, and a shirt happens to be listening in, then the marketer gets chewed out. It’s a thankless job - and a crappy one - but it does generate enough sales to keep it going. And as long as there are telemarketing jobs available, there will be people to fill those positions. I might also add that a number of the people I worked with were disabled and telemarketing was really the only kind of work they could do. I guess what I’m saying is, yeah, they’re annoying (but if answering your own phone bothers you that much, turn the ringer off and let the answering machine get it), and yeah, they’re pushy, but they’re just trying to make a buck. All you have to do is say “No thank you, please remove me from your list” and hang up. Just bear in mind that the next time you order anything out of a catalog, or fill out a mail-in survey, your name goes right back on. Just one of the menaces of living in the good ol’ USA.
Never ever watch “Night of the Lepus” unless you’re really, really, REALLY drunk