It happened again last night, TWICE, and I have had enough.
At 1:00 a.m. and again at 3:00 a.m., some anonymous faxer rang my home voice line (I don’t have a fax machine). I blearily grab the phone to hear…beep…beep…beep. I hang up. I wish them a painful disfiguring chronic illness with great sincerity.
Since i have moved in to my new house, I have been getting a lot of this. Always in the middle of the night and almost always, multiple tries per night.
Recently, this has dropped off significantly, so I thought I was off their lists, but NO! I am still the target of these late night anonymous faxers! I am sure they are hoping I will first, have a fax machine, and second, be up late worrying about my next vacation, my low toner supply, my stock portfolio, or finding a new mortgage and that, LOW AND BEHOLD, the answer to all my worries will magically appear pooping out of my fax machine. OF COURSE they are not ever intending to wake some pool shlub up in the middle of the night who could give a crap about whatever thay are flogging with their negligent faxing schedule.
It is my fervent wish that all of these twits, whoever they are and wherever they are, will have a 10 page fax spew out of their noses every single time they bother me in the middle of the night I can think of no earthly reason why anyone would need to fax trash in the middle of the night. I am sure these wee-hours fax attempts are not some surgeon faxing life or death medical information to help save someone’s life, nor are they a governor trying to fax a last minute reprieve to a late-night execution.
Are there not enough hours in the business day to bother me?
I resent having to even consider turning off the ringer on my phone. This should not ever be an issue. I choose to leave my ringer on in case of an EMERGENCY.
So, if you see someone suddenly start spewing 10 page faxes out of his or her nose, please pat them on the back and say, “GraphicsGal says Hello.”