To those that would call me at 0440 this very morning, with no caller ID on the screen, and leaving no message on my machine: be damned, be damned to hell! May your ‘wardialing’ machines be broken, and you gouged with the shards of the motherboards.
I haven’t been sleeping well at night lately, and have become a little groggy in the afternoons as a result. Your little stunt didn’t exactly help, especially since it got my adrenaline running after the second ring.
RING. “Huh, what wuzzat?” as I wearily slap my alarm clock’s snooze button.
RING. “Oh shit, it’s the office! We’ve got a recall . . .” I leap out of bed like a long jumper, and run to the phone. I glance at the caller ID screen. “No Caller ID”.
RING. Now this is weird. If it were the office, it would come up as “Government Line”. If it were someone higher on my phone chain, it would come up with their name and number. I smell a rat.
RING. The answering machine picks up. The screen still says “No Caller ID”. Now relatively awake and somewhat chilly, I meander over to the answering machine, and listen to whomever or whatever just had to call at this ungodly hour leave a message: Silence, but the audible :: pat pat, click :: of someone or something hanging up.
At this point, I’m angry, but I still have 45 minutes of shuteye to get, so I meander back to bed and spend 15 of those minutes just trying to get to sleep, you fuckers. To call me at that hour with no apparent purpose, and no apparent need is not only rude, but I intend to call the phone company this week and have them slap whatever trace I can on you, and intend to call the “Do Not Call” list people and have them come after you. Burn in hell, asswipes–calling at 4:40AM just to see if my number is valid.
Take your modem and shove it up your ass. Sideways.