For some reason my cell phone number is the number 1 destination for every single telemarketer on earth.
My house phone? That is to a lesser extent also known to telemarketers. The house phone number is also a recycled number, and I keep on getting calls from debt collectors asking to speak to a Mr Holden.
For a while it was as irritating as hell and I'd hang up whenever they called. But I decided that, rather than be irritated, revel in it. Enjoy it for what it is - a chance to interact with other people from around the world, or at least that part of the world that includes India and (I think) Glasgow. So when I am called by a telemarketer I respond in a number of ways:
1. I thank them, and tell them that I would be happy to try out whatever it is they are selling, as long as they subscribe to my magazine "Tweezers Monthly".
2. I use this as an opportunity to practice my (extremely limited) German, and will only speak in that language no matter what - bless them, they try sometimes.
3. I do the same as 2, but instead practice my (even more limited to the point of repeating the same handful of phrases) Slovak.
4. I do my finest Sean Connery 007 impression (I can do this REALLY well, voice and everything), and flirt with the telemarker, calling him or her "Miss Moneypenny".
5. (This is where my girlfriend thinks I am crossing the line sometimes) I claim I have been kidnapped and I have been forced into the boot of a car, and I need help (they hang up, so much for humanity).
EXCEPT if they are trying to sell insurance. There are so many ways to have fun with telemarketers who are trying to sell insurance. Do they have insurance against piracy for example? What about alien abduction or getting mauled by a badger? If I buy a canoe and global warming gets worse can I upgrade my insurance to include crocodile attacks? There is home contents insurance for stolen goods, but if I want to become a thief can I get my stolen goods insured, I will ask.
It's actually been interesting - it would absolutely amaze you what they are willing to say is covered by insurance. Fires? Sure. Electrical fires? Absolutely. Well what about fires caused by meteor impacts? Insured. What if I accidentally start a fire because rubbing two sticks together is one of my hobbies? Insured? Ok how about fires started by an Ifrit coming through the window and getting too close to the curtains? Let me speak to the supervisor...
But I am starting to feel kinda guilty about this. Sure, these people are pestering me as I am trying to about my life. Dispoiling my enjoyment of the world and my attempts to have a tranquil existence away from crass consumerism. But on the other hand, they are people. Human beings trying to do a job to pay for food and a roof over their heads, and I am wasting their precious time for my own amusement and self aggrandizment.
So.. .do I start acting, if not "normal", at least like an "acceptable" member of civilized society and cease this abhorrent behaviour? Or shall I continue to merrily destroy many man hours of economic labour while generating varying degrees of exhasperation/misery/joy within the telemarketing industry?
My house phone? That is to a lesser extent also known to telemarketers. The house phone number is also a recycled number, and I keep on getting calls from debt collectors asking to speak to a Mr Holden.
For a while it was as irritating as hell and I'd hang up whenever they called. But I decided that, rather than be irritated, revel in it. Enjoy it for what it is - a chance to interact with other people from around the world, or at least that part of the world that includes India and (I think) Glasgow. So when I am called by a telemarketer I respond in a number of ways:
1. I thank them, and tell them that I would be happy to try out whatever it is they are selling, as long as they subscribe to my magazine "Tweezers Monthly".
2. I use this as an opportunity to practice my (extremely limited) German, and will only speak in that language no matter what - bless them, they try sometimes.
3. I do the same as 2, but instead practice my (even more limited to the point of repeating the same handful of phrases) Slovak.
4. I do my finest Sean Connery 007 impression (I can do this REALLY well, voice and everything), and flirt with the telemarker, calling him or her "Miss Moneypenny".
5. (This is where my girlfriend thinks I am crossing the line sometimes) I claim I have been kidnapped and I have been forced into the boot of a car, and I need help (they hang up, so much for humanity).
EXCEPT if they are trying to sell insurance. There are so many ways to have fun with telemarketers who are trying to sell insurance. Do they have insurance against piracy for example? What about alien abduction or getting mauled by a badger? If I buy a canoe and global warming gets worse can I upgrade my insurance to include crocodile attacks? There is home contents insurance for stolen goods, but if I want to become a thief can I get my stolen goods insured, I will ask.
It's actually been interesting - it would absolutely amaze you what they are willing to say is covered by insurance. Fires? Sure. Electrical fires? Absolutely. Well what about fires caused by meteor impacts? Insured. What if I accidentally start a fire because rubbing two sticks together is one of my hobbies? Insured? Ok how about fires started by an Ifrit coming through the window and getting too close to the curtains? Let me speak to the supervisor...
But I am starting to feel kinda guilty about this. Sure, these people are pestering me as I am trying to about my life. Dispoiling my enjoyment of the world and my attempts to have a tranquil existence away from crass consumerism. But on the other hand, they are people. Human beings trying to do a job to pay for food and a roof over their heads, and I am wasting their precious time for my own amusement and self aggrandizment.
So.. .do I start acting, if not "normal", at least like an "acceptable" member of civilized society and cease this abhorrent behaviour? Or shall I continue to merrily destroy many man hours of economic labour while generating varying degrees of exhasperation/misery/joy within the telemarketing industry?