There are two kinds of telemarketers. There's the poor schmuck who just took the job for the deperately-needed money, and therea re the jerks. I considered myself one of the good ones, when I worked as a telemarketer for a summer. The company was evil, and expected you to call people at 7AM and badger them. They had a script you were supposed to follow to the letter, which was designed to get people to agree to service without realizing it. So, I made a note of every disconnected or out-of service number I could find, and I made sure to call only those numbers between the hours of 7 and 9:30. Every now and then, while the "morale nazi" was watching, I'd go through the script for a bit, to make it look official, while the phone was telling me to please hang up and try my call again. I got employee of the month once.
My friend was a telemarketing jerk. DrNuncheon, here's something you can try with your Crystal callers. He got yelled at by a guy once, so he called back latetr and got his answering machine; "Hi, you've reached Jim and suzie. Leave a message!" He left a message something to the effect of "Jim, you lying b@$^$tard, this is Bruce. You said you were leaving that b^*$ch Susan. You know our love was meant to be, and if you insist on pretending to be straight than you're living a lie! Did that night mean nothing to you? I'm leaving you, Jim. This is goodbye!". Downright evil. The day I quit, he got up from his chair and walked out with me. "Where do you think you're going?" asked the morale nazi. "He's my ride," my friend replied, and never went back.
Don't ever bother telling a telemarketer to go to hell. I assure you they're already there.
My friend was a telemarketing jerk. DrNuncheon, here's something you can try with your Crystal callers. He got yelled at by a guy once, so he called back latetr and got his answering machine; "Hi, you've reached Jim and suzie. Leave a message!" He left a message something to the effect of "Jim, you lying b@$^$tard, this is Bruce. You said you were leaving that b^*$ch Susan. You know our love was meant to be, and if you insist on pretending to be straight than you're living a lie! Did that night mean nothing to you? I'm leaving you, Jim. This is goodbye!". Downright evil. The day I quit, he got up from his chair and walked out with me. "Where do you think you're going?" asked the morale nazi. "He's my ride," my friend replied, and never went back.
Don't ever bother telling a telemarketer to go to hell. I assure you they're already there.