There are some days I hate the phone......
Oct. 9th, 2006 08:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
poltr1Last week, someone from moveon.org called me and asked me to participate in their phone calling session. I was about to leave for my mens' group, but I took the call anyway. After hearing his spiel for a couple of minutes, I told him I wasn't interested in participating.
Today, someone from a mortgage company in Cleveland called and offered to refinance my home mortgage. I told him I didn't think I was eligible, in several different ways and reasons. He finally said something to the effect that I wasn't the expert on refinancing, but that he finally got the message. (I forgot that I had signed up for the Do-Not-Call Registry, and didn't think to tell him.)
I really hate the phone at times. Some days it's an instrument of torture.
I also hate myself for not having the balls to tell these people to back off, go away, and leave me alone. And I hate that my brain doesn't think of what to say until a few hours later, well after the moment has passed.
I'm so paranoid and distrustful about telephone solicitations that I won't do business with anyone who initiates the contact via telephone with me. I have no way of proving that the people at the other end of the line are who they say they are -- caller ID or not. I also won't give my full Social Security number over the phone even if I'm the one making the call. (Unless I'm on a secure telephone, like a STU-III or newer.) The telephone is one of the most insecure communications devices out there.
Today, someone from a mortgage company in Cleveland called and offered to refinance my home mortgage. I told him I didn't think I was eligible, in several different ways and reasons. He finally said something to the effect that I wasn't the expert on refinancing, but that he finally got the message. (I forgot that I had signed up for the Do-Not-Call Registry, and didn't think to tell him.)
I really hate the phone at times. Some days it's an instrument of torture.
I also hate myself for not having the balls to tell these people to back off, go away, and leave me alone. And I hate that my brain doesn't think of what to say until a few hours later, well after the moment has passed.
I'm so paranoid and distrustful about telephone solicitations that I won't do business with anyone who initiates the contact via telephone with me. I have no way of proving that the people at the other end of the line are who they say they are -- caller ID or not. I also won't give my full Social Security number over the phone even if I'm the one making the call. (Unless I'm on a secure telephone, like a STU-III or newer.) The telephone is one of the most insecure communications devices out there.
