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I am in the middle of validating a module of complex computer code that automatically calculates stock replenishment levels for a group of retail stores in a particular geographic region based upon recent sales history and which automatically generates the orders to a central warehouse when the phone rings.
Me: “Hello”
Voice: “How are you”?
Me: “Who do you want to speak to”?
Voice: “The person who buys printer ink, brick paving, paper, banking services, whatever.....”.
Me: “This is a private residence so piss off”. Slams down phone.
Now where was I? Groan! And I start the verification again from the beginning.
The other morning on a local radio station I heard a promo for some goody-goody project suggesting that people should be nice and polite to telemarketers because they are just people trying to do a job.
Like Hell I will.
Telemarketers are lower than roaches and I treat them in the same way as Jehovah's Witnesses rattling my gate or some bozo at the traffic lights handing out sales brochures, selling sun glasses or holding up a dirty bottle of water and a filthy mop threatening to wash my windscreen.
Who trains these annoying people to ask a complete stranger whose name they do not even know to open a phone conversation with “How are you”? Its a dead give away as to what you are doing. You are an unwanted irritant, a mosquito buzzing around my ear on a hot humid sultry night when even a sheet is uncomfortable.
“Hello”
“How are you”?
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr”
Bugger off!
