Got Off My Tits! (The Saga Continues)

Okay, so it’s the weekend and I didn’t expect that I would be removed yet from the calling list of the company I e-mailed yesterday (per my previous post). But the phone rang again tonight around 7 o’clock, and there they were again! They’re driving me crazy!

This time, though, I decided to be more persistent and even tried to leave a message on ANYONE’s voice mail, but to no avail. So, I did a bit more research and found the company’s non-toll-free number and even the extension of the privacy officer. And this time I left an emphatic message: “Please, please, PLEASE remove the number 902 555 5555 from your list RIGHT NOW. You are calling way too often and have reduced me to never answering my phone. I can’t WAIT for the national do-not-call registry to be enforced in this country. Good night.”

Important research to allow companies to offer me better products… Feh! Kiss my faggy ass! Make it sound like it’s all about me when really it’s all about companies wanting to make even more obscene profits and flood the market with even more “stuff” we’ve managed quite fine without until now.

That’s right: You’re not improving my life one iota. In fact, you and your ilk are making it worse by turning a formerly useful instrument, namely the telephone, into a source of constant aggravation. And I’ll be damned before I get rid of my landline just because telemarketers are forbidden to call mobile phones. I know people who’ve done that and I can’t blame them, but I refuse to follow that path. You’re the ones who should change; not me.