diligent raze you know you're living in the end times when telemarketers are so lazy they hang up as soon as you pick up the phone, denying themselves the thrill of trying to bully you into buying some random thing you don't want and have no use for. i might not have done that job the way i was trained to do it, and i might have pissed off my supervisors something fierce with my unwillingness to follow the script and my steadfast refusal to manipulate people after they told me they weren't interested in an overpriced adjustable bed, but i made the calls and swallowed the hatred of tens of thousands of strangers with southern accents until my eighteen-year-old gullet couldn't take any more. kids these days. they've got no work ethic at all. 220311 what's it to you? who go blather from