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Friday, August 31, 2007

How Long Can We Look At Each Other Down the Barrel of a Gun?
So once or twice a month, my place of work requires that we telemarket. Not that annoying crap where they call you at dinnertime and keep you on the line for half an hour. We just call, say something like "yo, we're having a sale, come on by." but in nicer words. Anyways, what I'm getting to is that talking to seniors on the phone can be really, really funny...

For example, Many seniors don't have answering machines. I think I have figured out why. They dont understand how they work, so it's just easier NOT to have one. "Ethel, we're not gettin' one of those phone answering dealies. They'll steal your credit card numbers and make runs in your pantyhose!" Now, the seniors that DO have answering machines are really no better. When they're recording their message, they're not really sure if they're answering the phone or what. So after 5 rings you get, "Hello?... (long pause)" The long pause is where I proceed to ask for so-n-so, and then the recording continues with "uh, we're not here. Please leave a message" and then another long pause before they remember to let go of the record button. And THAT long pause is where I swear and feel like a moron for getting deked out by an answering machine... For the third time in less than an hour.

So in the few hours I spent on the phone today, I called for a lady and was politely informed that she had died four months ago. One lady sounded on the verge of death. One lady tried to mess with my head by saying "well dear, just how old DO you have to be to be a senior?". One lady's husband answered and couldn't hear a word and likely didn't want to turn on his hearing aids for fear of wearing down the batteries. Poor guy. On the other hand it's nice to talk to the ladies who are actually happy to hear from you. They do exist. XD

Cheers. Happy weekend.
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