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Monday, January 28, 2008

I hate telesales people!

I know it is only their job, but they wind me up!!! Today somebody called asking for Don Jaime Garcia at 13.00. I informed them that he was at work but the caller decided that Jaime's señora would suffice for the purpose of this call. She then went on and on without breathing for about 4 minutes about this super-duper, all singing all dancing, self-cleaning, four headed, super deluxe massager affair that they were giving away for free to me, as a lucky inhabitant of 121 C. Vinateros to help them advertise there new, young, fabulous company. The only catch was that we had to pay 11,95 for delivery. I told her I was not interested, she laughed and said 'but, mujer, why ever not? It's free! What number flat do you live in?" I repeated that I was not interested. She repeated her four minute non breathing rehearsed speech about the all singing all dancing miracle massager toy and then said so what number do you live at? I told her again, not interested. "Come on mujer, why not?" Oh fuck it! Send the chuffing thing! "Ok, so the delivery man will come tomorrow in the morning, what time is good for you?" No time is good for me in the morning, I work all day. But what about early in the morning, say 10? What planet is this woman from? I have a job!!!! I told her I was only home on Monday's and Wednesday's between 10 and 2. But what about lunchtime? You must go home for lunch? What does she think I am? A bloody funcionario? I WORK FROM 8 TO 8!!!! What about in the evening, say 6p.m? I WORK ALL DAY!!!!! Oh well, that is a pity, we are only delivering in your neighbourhood tomorrow, perhaps next time you can enjoy our special free offer.

Can you believe it? I told her I didn't want her stupid massager, she talked me into it by making me feel stupid for not wanting her super-duper free gift (for 11,95 but it will be on the market for over 50) and then told me I couldn't fucking have it because being a working woman, who in all honesty is in need of a massage, can not be at home to receive the bloody thing in the middle of the chuffing day! I should have just hung up. AGGGHHHH!!!

4 Comments:

Blogger Ned said...

I just used to interrupt them right away and say I was leaving Spain within a few months. Works best if you really lay on the foreign accent. Hey presto they're gone!

5:43 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

This people have an ugly job.
To offer somebody some shit-products and if they don´t, they have leave their chair.

5:15 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

pero bueno no entiendo ni papa un poquito de español por favor

3:37 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Don Jaime Garcia, that he was at work, pero si no da ni palo....

3:56 PM  

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