I called in sick today. I spent the early morning regurgitating the entire contents of my stomach. When I woke up, I wasn’t sure how I could possibly feel any worse. Then the phone rang. The caller asked for Craig. I said he had the wrong number. He recited a phone number to me and I confirmed that it was indeed mine. Then he started talking about some kind of investment opportunity. He asked if I owned my home. I said I didn’t. He asked who owned the home I was living in. I told him it was an apartment. It was amazing how quickly he hung up. I guess there are benefits to renting. Still, Phone Solicitors suck.
Best thing I ever did was get rid of my home phone. I’ve never been happier.
If I had the patience to deal with my mobile phone reception 24 hours a day, I’d get rid of my home phone, too. But I tend to like to have a conversation for more than ten minutes without hearing “What?”
Yes, phones suck. I actually think my ear is permanently disfigured from talking on the phone so much. In fact, I’ve been talking today for about 4 hours (not willingly of course) and I’m way over my daily 10,000 word limit. I’d love a nice case of laryngitis.
That and has anyone noticed how rude phone solicitors are lately? They hang up on you. They get all pissy when you tell them they’ve called four times already and that yes Ms. Spero has passed away and no I don’t have the death certificate holy jesus, phone solicitors are the devil!!!!
I oddly feel sorry for people that have to do this for a living. I mean, either they really hate their jobs or they are pure evil. I’m hoping it’s the first one.
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