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What's the fucking point of telemarketing?
Telemarketers, we all know who they are and what they do. We have all gotten calls from them, turned all of them down (unless your stupid) and then hung up the phone. But yet they keep calling, and why do they do this. Well I’ll see if I can maybe get to the bottom of this, but I probably won’t be able to figure it out.
Personally, I really fucking hate them. When they call I hang up the phone, sometimes I mess with them. The last one to call my friends house I messed with pretty bad, in fact, I asked him to touch my butt, and I’ll tell you he was dumbfounded. He didn’t know what to say, so he just sat there for a while and stuttered. Yet, he still tried to sell me some goddamned insurance for a car, and I don’t even have a car, but he never stopped to ask me if I did, so I went along with it. I knew he knew I wasn’t going to say yes, but yet he kept on fucking going. Man, life as a telemarketer really must suck, they probably go to work singing, “It’s a hard-knock life for us, instead of friendly people, we get pricks, instead of sales, we get embarrassed.”
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DO-NOT-CALL! duh
Did you ever hear of the National Do-Not-Call List? I bet you have, well my family signed up for it, yet we get as many telemarketers as we ever did. Do they not understand what Do-Not-Call means when they see your name in that list? I mean they must hire complete retards…….but for some reason there seems to be a lot of them. You’d think they’d run out of retards to choose from, but they must have like some sort of way to breed them, so they have an infinite supply. Or maybe they just get people who have problems with listening, so when they hear Do-Not-Call they figure I might as well call this person so they can hang up on me too. |
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How come you never hear of anyone committing suicide that used to be a telemarketer. I mean come on, could any real human being take that much embarrassment, torture, phone dialing, and talking. They get so many insults, and get made look like idiots daily, you’d think some of them would develop an extreme state of depression, and either murder everyone at the office, or kill themselves. But really what would they have to put in that suicide note? “I can’t take the insults anymore, I haven’t sold a single item yet. I am sorry to put you through this pain and suffering, but I just can’t take it anymore. Soooooo, do you want to buy some car insurance sir? You’ll find me hanging from a phone cord, in my parents’ basement, next to all of the porno magazines, by the way, can u burn those, because my mom will kill me if she finds them, and if your reading this Mom, those are Dad’s. ok well, good bye everyone.” Really do they even have the time to write a frickin suicide note? I doubt it, they are always to busy getting hung up on.
So why do they put up with all of that stuff, just to try and sell you something? I have no fucking clue, but really it is super fun to mess with them, so I don’t mind if they keep calling. Next time though, maybe I should say yes, and actually buy whatever they are trying to sell me. Nah!!!! |
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By Sideshow Bob
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