I hate telemarketers. With a passion.
I hate that they try to sell you stuff you don’t want.
I hate that they call at weird hours. Like 7 p.m. at night when you are having dinner. Or 1 p.m. on a Saturday when you are relaxing. Or at any bloody time during the day.
I hate that they don’t actually listen to you when you say you are not interested.
And I especially hate it when they call me ‘Mrs‘ Lastname.
Yesterday, I had a telemarketer who went to an extreme that almost made me want to swear at her on the phone. And while I am usually firm and assertive, I have never been this rude to someone.
It was 1 p.m. Saturday arvo. The phone rings. I
like an idiot answer it instead of just letting it go to the answering machine. The following is a gist of the conversation once I answered.
Telemarketer lady (with an Indian accent and pronouncing my last name perfectly): Good morning Mrs Lastname!
Me: Look, I’m not interested in whatever you have to offer me. [Because, anyone who knows me, doesn’t say Mrs…it’s obviously a telemarketer]
Telemarketer: But madam, you don’t even know what I have to offer.
Me: I’m tired of you people calling to try and sell me stuff. I’m just not interested.
Telemarketer: What do you mean madam? You don’t even know what I am calling you about.
Me: I don’t care what you are calling about because I’m not interested. And I’m really tired of having telemarketers from India calling me at all odd hours trying to sell me things.
Telemarketer: What do you mean by that?
Me: Well, all the telemarketers call from call centres in India trying to sell me stuff on Telstra and Vodafone and I have had enough of it!
Telemarketer: And where are you from Mrs Lastname?
Me: I’m from Australia… (Remember, I have an Australian accent)
Telemarketer: C’mon madam…
Me: I’m Australian
Telemarketer: Don’t lie Mrs Lastname.
Me (seeing red by now and on the verge of using abusive language): I am an Australian citizen and just because I am of Indian ethnicity doesn’t make me un-Australian. For your information, Australia is a multicultural country…
Telemarketer hangs up.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this angry after a call from a telemarketer. True, I have been frustrated with their tactics but never on the point of abusing someone. Part of me wishes I had abused her prior to her hanging up. Did she really think she could make a sale by calling me a liar? And do they keep calling me because of my last name thinking they can make a sale by working the Indian angle?
I hate telemarketers.
And after ranting to my friends, I found out about the Do Not Call register and have put myself on it.
Woe betide any telemarketer who calls me until that is activated. I am going to take out my frustration from Saturday-lady for sure.
Until next time,