Telemarketing call centers. You would've thought that by now, what with all the negative stigma associated with telemarketing call centers, that companies wouldn't use them. That they'd realise that it ends up getting you hated rather than boosting sales.
But NOOOOOO! They have to ring me at lunch-time because they're expecting a lone housewife to pick up the call when the kids are at school and the husband is at work. You can always tell when it's a call center too, because they always start off with a long silence. Then, the distinctive low-volume voice, complete with call center noise in the background, chimes in to ask you whether the homeowner is present. No, he's not fucking present, and even if he is present, for you my friend, he'll always be absent, because nobody wants your useless shite foisted on them over the phone.
Another thing that pisses me off, is when people you know decide that they know more than you do about a certain subject, and revel in the delusion, because it makes them feel like a better person. The most common one I get is the "you don't know so and so as well as I do".
Also I've noticed that many people I hang out with like to have conversations about things that don't involve me, while I'm in their presence. I mean for christs sake I've made the effort to come out and hang out with you so the least you could do is talk to me and include me in your goddamn conversations. Is that too much to ask? I mean I'm not being unreasonable or anything am I? What is the point in asking me to come hang out with you if all you're going to do is have a conversation with someone else and act like I'm not even there?
Yet another thing that really pisses me off, is people in service stations, resteraunts, fast food outlets, shops and supermakerts, who act like they want you to just die. I mean what is the point? Seriously, what is the point? What good does it do? I've come in here to contribute to your wages by buying things, I've not said a single word to you, I've never met you before in my entire life, and yet you look at me as though I'm the guy who walked off with your girlfriend. Why do you do it? You stupid, grumpy bastards.
|