now, don't get me wrong ... I have been a telemarketer before. I know what kind of training you get. I know what the room that you work in looks like. I know you are getting barely above minimum wage. I know there is a blackboard of sorts at the front of the room where you get to record a "deal" that went through without a hitch. you might even get to pick a candy from the glass jar next to the chalk board. (well, I never did personally, but I witnessed it). and I know this call may be monitored so I really, really, REALLY hope you listen to the one you just recorded :
phone rings at my house
me, with my standard answer at home: this is Kristina
silence (where I normally choose the 'hang up quickly it's a telemarketer' option)
I wait, though unsure why I am waiting, exactly
me: hello? simultaneously with telemarketer saying hello?
we dance like this a couple of times before he remembers he called ME
telemarketer: can I please speak with mrs. apps?
me: inside voice, first: excellent, followed by outside voice: there is no one here by that name. they must have had this number at one time because we get a lot of calls for them, but there are no 'apps' living here.
telemarketer: look, I am calling for the number, NOT the name, OK?
me: seriously ... YOU are getting mad, now, at ME? um, I don't think so.
click.
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