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04/02/2002 Entry: "Telemarker Scum"
"The minute I hear them ask to be put on the do-not-call list, I immediately add them to the mailing list, because otherwise, you're never going to reach them again ..... Autodialers, God I love autodialers, you don't know how much easier they make the job. I remember the old days, you could never tell when people were working. Now, if they're not talking, they're goofing off .......... Karen's such a waste. She doesn't know how to do her job. If I were had her job, I'ld be walking up and down the ailses all the time, making sure people weren't sleeping. I wouldn't be back at her desk sitting like she does. The day she was out, I was walking, and damn if those calls weren't being made............Robert... Robert's just weak. Twice I've heard him say 'So would you like us to stop by sometime next week'. That just gives them a chance to say no. He doesn't close the deals. It's not the way it's done. You say 'Well I've got an appointment open Monday night and one open Thursday night. What night do you want us to stop by' You don't give them an option. You give them their choices.'"
- Fragments of a Metro Conversation, Late March, 02002.
It's been a couple days, I still can't figure out why anyone would let a stranger into their home based on a telemarketer's pitch. Rug cleaning maybe ? Termite inspections ? Panic room testers, perhaps ?
Here's some more words on the subject directed towards senior citizens. I know at least one of my readers falls into that category.
