The handbasket is ready.
No matter what they're selling, I tell them I already have it
or have had it done. I can't get mad at them.
They have a lousy job. I know that because I worked
as a telemarketer twice in desperate times.
Once was one summer in college.
The phones were still rotary dials. The abuse was horrible.
The last (hopefully) time was right before I got hired by
the aerospace/computer chip/welding place. We had
already put two mortgage payments on a credit card and
I took this job to buy groceries.
I think I was slap-happy and actually had fun chatting
with all kinds of people. The only ones too busy to talk
were the folks in Georgia. They were in the middle of flooding.
That was 1995.
I think I worked there three weeks and made about $60/week.
Anyway, I know these people are hating their job and hoping
for something better soon so, I just can't be mean.
So, I lie, wish them a nice day and hang up.
It takes less time than going into a bitching tirade
and I keep smiling.