i am typically civil with telemarketers, when i happen to pick up their calls. i let them give most if not all of their spiel, whether it's about new windows and doors, lawncare, or long distance options, after which i politely decline and hang up. right now i'm feeling less than adequate [sore throat, aches, and all stuffed up] and i was rather rude to the telemarketer i just hung up on.
me: heddooohhhh? [i said i was stuffed up]
telemarketer: ...[pause] hi, is this, the uh, residence of shabir jaffer?
me: no.
telemarketer: is there anyone with the last name jaffer who lives th--
me: no.
telemarketer: okay, then. thanks for your--
me: *click*
like i said, i don't typically do that. but i'm not feeling up to anything, really at the moment, including studying or hearing randomness come out of my dad's mouth, including, "is your sister home? her jacket's here, are you sure she isn't home?", among other such nonsensical phrases, which are then followed by outrageous belches that sound like a female walrus in heat.
yes dad, she's not home. many of us have more than one jacket.
but i digress; back to the matter at hand. so.
dear telemarketer, if you ever happen to read this, please accept my most sincere apologies. you're doing a fantastic job, and it's people like me that make you hate what you do even more. having been a part of the service industry for quite a while, i know how that feels. so, i'm sorry.
if you never read this, i'm still truly sorry, and i hope that message reaches you telepathically...somehow. i truly hope you have a WONDERFUL evening, and i wish you all the best. =)
