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Well, not exactly. I'm not complaining about the telemarketer, cause I never answered either of the calls I get - don't recognize the number on my cell, don't answer, simple as that.
But anyway, this morning I get into work and I get the Emergency Pager (it's actually a blackberry now, used to be a pager) handed to me. (Side note: Hooray, it's my week to take calls about signage causing hazards, it's Labor day weekend, and a doozie of a storm is due to hit. I was supposed to be going camping). The way this emergency system works is you call in on our main number, select emergency, and you're transfered to a voicemail. The voicemail calls the Blackberry, I get someone out to your site should there be an actual danger, or say "no, sorry" while secretly laughing at you if you call up saying a light pole out is an emergency.
Basically, there's no other number that should ever call this phone other than our main office. Main office starts with 440. Number that rang this morning? Started with 505. So I ignore, turn around, and go back to work. Tell my wife about it (she works with me), because 505, New Mexico, is where one of our bigger clients are located, who she deals with.
Few minutes later, my personal cell rings. 505 number. Well, hell, that's a little odd, I think, but ignore it. My cell is pretty similar to another guys, so I get a lot of calls for him I ignore (doesn't help this guy has the same name as me).
Course, this leaves me with a niggle in the back of my head, so I look up missed calls and... they're the same number. Googling the number leads me here, which shows me that yes, it's a telemarketer. One who's most likely randomly dialing cells to get an answer.
Now, that's not the suck, it really isn't. I don't care who calls me, you don't read as familiar, you're getting hung up on. It takes maybe 5 seconds out of my day, and doesn't bother me (unless, of course, you're rude to me. Then I'm bothered). Call me at home, I'm not interested, I'll firmly say no thank you and goodbye.
I would never, as many of the people at the above link are doing, threaten to sue, threaten class action lawsuits, threaten FCC followups because it's not worth my time. It just amazes me how many of these folks think that because you get called, you're suddenly entitled to something.
Sure, it's wierd to have a computer calling you and asking you to get sent two DVDs. First, why did you answer a number you don't know? Second, why would you even consider giving additional numbers, home address, anything to someone you don't know? You don't get to do that and then complain that you've been wrong.
And if you did none of those things, you certainly don't get to turn entitlement whore over the fact that you spent 15 seconds on the phone with someone you didn't want to talk to.
Sigh... people.
But anyway, this morning I get into work and I get the Emergency Pager (it's actually a blackberry now, used to be a pager) handed to me. (Side note: Hooray, it's my week to take calls about signage causing hazards, it's Labor day weekend, and a doozie of a storm is due to hit. I was supposed to be going camping). The way this emergency system works is you call in on our main number, select emergency, and you're transfered to a voicemail. The voicemail calls the Blackberry, I get someone out to your site should there be an actual danger, or say "no, sorry" while secretly laughing at you if you call up saying a light pole out is an emergency.
Basically, there's no other number that should ever call this phone other than our main office. Main office starts with 440. Number that rang this morning? Started with 505. So I ignore, turn around, and go back to work. Tell my wife about it (she works with me), because 505, New Mexico, is where one of our bigger clients are located, who she deals with.
Few minutes later, my personal cell rings. 505 number. Well, hell, that's a little odd, I think, but ignore it. My cell is pretty similar to another guys, so I get a lot of calls for him I ignore (doesn't help this guy has the same name as me).
Course, this leaves me with a niggle in the back of my head, so I look up missed calls and... they're the same number. Googling the number leads me here, which shows me that yes, it's a telemarketer. One who's most likely randomly dialing cells to get an answer.
Now, that's not the suck, it really isn't. I don't care who calls me, you don't read as familiar, you're getting hung up on. It takes maybe 5 seconds out of my day, and doesn't bother me (unless, of course, you're rude to me. Then I'm bothered). Call me at home, I'm not interested, I'll firmly say no thank you and goodbye.
I would never, as many of the people at the above link are doing, threaten to sue, threaten class action lawsuits, threaten FCC followups because it's not worth my time. It just amazes me how many of these folks think that because you get called, you're suddenly entitled to something.
Sure, it's wierd to have a computer calling you and asking you to get sent two DVDs. First, why did you answer a number you don't know? Second, why would you even consider giving additional numbers, home address, anything to someone you don't know? You don't get to do that and then complain that you've been wrong.
And if you did none of those things, you certainly don't get to turn entitlement whore over the fact that you spent 15 seconds on the phone with someone you didn't want to talk to.
Sigh... people.
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