Its eight p.m. and Im tossing fitfully in bed. Ive got a throat infection, but I cant afford to go to the doctor for anti-biotics. More on that later. I have to get some sleep, because I cant call in sick to work tomorrow, or any day for that matter. The phone rings. I let it ring. The answering machine picks up, and whoever called hangs up. This happens three more times in the next half hour. Each time Im about to drift off, the phone rings. Finally, on the fourth one, I spring out of bed in a rage and pound down the hall to pick it up before the machine kicks in. I pick it up, say hello, and there is a long pause. Finally, someone comes on.
"Hello, is this Mr. uhhh, Mr. mmmm, Mr. Dull-lee?"
Well, it isnt Mr. Dull-lee. My name is Dooley, pronounced "Due-lee." I dont feel much like explaining this at the moment.
"Who wants to know?"
"Mr. Dull-lee, my name is Chanikwa Smith, and Im calling on behalf of The New York Times. For a limited time "
"Excuse me. Miss Smith? Kindly tell the New York Times that I am vehemently opposed to direct telephone marketing, and that if they have an offer for me they can send it in the mail."
"Thank you Mr. Dull-lee, Ill let them know sir. If you have any questions about this offer, you can call 1-800 "
What can you do? I hang up.
On my way back down the hall, I think to myself that Dennis Miller was right. People generally ARE stupid. Even the ones who are competent enough to rise to positions of power within significant organizations such as the New York Times. These individuals, competent though they may be, actually think that by harassing complete strangers over the telephone, they will convince enough of them to buy subscriptions or whatever it is theyre selling, that these sales will offset the expense of all those calls and of paying Chanikwa Smith a "competitive" wage. Theyre going to get me out of bed, or make me stop washing dishes and dry my hands, or interrupt my dinner, or make me switch over from a long distance call, or run me up the steps with a full load of laundry to answer the phone, just so they can mis-pronounced my name, rattle off a minute-long canned sales pitch, and ultimately try to talk me out of my hard-earned cash, which, in a capitalist society, is a form of rape indeed.
I think to myself as I crawl back under the covers, are there actually enough people falling for this crap to make it cost effective?!
The bastards block caller id, so theres no way of knowing who is calling unless you pick up. They wont leave messages on the machine. The long pause, I suspect, is because theyre making multiple calls at the same time, and they dont bother to actually pick up a line theyve dialed unless they get a "live" one. They can call you. They know your number. You dont know their number, and theres no way to call them. That should tell you right there that something is amiss.
Once, as an experiment, I cooperated with one of these telemarketers, just to see what would happen. By that I mean that I didnt interrupt him until he was finished. He went on for about a minute and a half, and finished up with "Mr. Doiley, this protection will begin immediately, and if you arent completely satisfied at the end of four months, you will receive a full refund." In other words, by not saying anything and not hanging up on this guy, I had tacitly agreed to what he was selling. Of course I hadnt, but the script he was reading was meant to make me think I had, and therefore put the onus on me to correct him. I did so with gusto, but I can imagine an elderly or less assertive person giving in and going along with it.
Which brings me to another thing that really frosts my ass. Credit Card Protection Plans. They want you to pay extra so youll be protected from credit card fraud. But gee, are they trying to say that it isnt safe to own one of their cards? Well, no, not exactly. Are they trying to say that if you ARE the victim of credit card fraud, they will hold you accountable for the fraudulent charges if you dont have this protection plan? Well, not really. So then, why the hell are we supposed to pay all this extra money for protection then, when its protection we should and already do receive!? Answer: corporate greed.
And theyll get you up out of a sound sleep to tell you about it too.
Speaking of corporate greed, lets talk about the medical profession. Theyve come a long way since the days of witchdoctors and leeches. Err, umm, what I mean is, now theyve got specialists and lawyers, which is kind of the same thing but better because it allows for a third party known as Insurance Agencies to get into the action. Insurance is really a pseudonym for wealth re-distribution from the many to the few. Without the wonders of insurance, hospitals wouldnt be able to rack up ninety thousand-dollar bills for people who havent ever had that much money in their entire lives.
You want to talk about Utopian Nightmares? How about the day when insurance companies rule our lives? Hell, they practically do now. Between Auto, Home, Health, and Life insurance, the average person spends far more paying for misfortunes that MIGHT happen than they do to the IRS! Small businesses dont need tax breaks so much as they need insurance breaks. Liability and workmans comp and employee health insurance benefits drive many small businesses into the ground. How do the large companies get around this? They employ part-time workers WITHOUT benefits! Which means a significant number of people in this country are stuck working several part-time jobs to make ends meet, and even though they may put in over forty hours a week, they arent eligible for health insurance unless they buy their own!
Just another sign of the apocalypse, eh?