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Michaela and I booked our tickets back to BC for Christmas. We arrive in Vancouver on December 21st and leave on January 2nd. It's going to be a busy 11 days in between.
Will have been two years since I was last in BC. Doesn't seem -that- long ago.
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One of the unfortunate things of living in England is that Michaela and I are now reluctant landline owners. "Mobiles," as cell phones are called here, are prohibitively expensive and do us no good when it comes to calling back home to Canada, plus, we have to have a landline for our wonderful Internet connection and I would be loathe to switch to a cable Internet provider as the Internet provider is the only utility company that doesn't give us grief. The drawback to the landline is that we are now bombarded with calls from telemarketers. And they're quite rude here. Two have abruptly hung up on Michaela recently when she's told them she's not interested in buying any of their tea and crumpets.
It's time to fight back.
From now on I will deal with all telemarketers and I have one rule. They get one question and then I get one question. Fair is fair, after all.
Those of you who read my old LJ may remember that I used to have ongoing conversations with telemarketers speaking only through soundboards such as Jack Nicholson and Arnold Schwarzenegger. Fun, but a lot of effort. Now I'll just ask the questions myself. No more "Who is your daddy and what does he do?" or "You want the truth? You can't handle the truth!"
Today I received caller one from some acronymed customer research group. I agreed to answer one question for every question the caller answered from me. Poor girl, she didn't seem to comprehend it. Perhaps not that bright? It's a simple game, really. She seemed very flustered. I asked politely, "What's your favourite movie?" Maybe a good follow up question would be, "What's your favourite -scary- movie?" But that will have to be some other time, as she didn't know how to answer this question.
I thought I'd show her how answering questions is done so I said she could go first. After some long spiel about my privacy rights and this and that she said, "Now, could I have your age?"
"28. What's your favourite movie?"
She said that if she answered my questions "it would take an hour."
"An hour? I answered your question in one second. Either you must have a million questions or you're the one holding us up by taking so long to answer."
She said that for personal security reasons she couldn't answer my question.
"Personal security? My age is a more personal question than your favourite movie."
I think she might finally be coming around to how to play the game and apparently she didn't like the rules. I don't get it. Why can she phone me and ask questions but I can't ask her any?
When I do get any answers from future telemarketers (and they'll likely be one calling tomorrow, these pesky buggers) I will compile them in Excel with all my other data. Eventually I hope to be able to put together a profile that I can then market to telemarketing companies. My pitch will be that my data can help them to target prospective employees.Current Music: Depeche Mode - Useless (CJ Bolland Ultrasonar Extended Mix) |
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After three months I finally have internet in my home.
Praise the internets. |
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Aug. 15th, 2007 @ 05:46 pm
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I'm in England.
I've been to one castle, the "Venice of England" and inadvertantly driven into Wales.
And there's no sign of ever getting the Internet in sight :/ |
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One more post from me.
A search of wikipedia reveals the following about the Thundercat cartoon character Snarf.
Snarf - Lion-O's nursemaid, Snarf is a small, fat, cat-like creature from the Valley of the Snarfs on Thundera. Not fond of his proper name, "Osbert". When Lion-O aged to maturity, the Lord of the ThunderCats didn't feel he needed a babysitter anymore. Still, Snarf is the most loyal of ThunderCats and their most underrated member. His relatives now live on the Planet of the Snarfs after escaping Thundera's destruction. Snarfs are the only creatures in the universe incapable of evil (except while possessed).
But, with a few name changes this could be a writeup of our friend ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) canadian_viking, whose name happens to be Snarf.
My writeup:
Snarf - Jesse's nursemaid when he's drunk on millennium New Year's, Snarf is a not-so-small, human-like creature from the Cesspool of Nanaimo on Vancouver Island. Not called by his proper name, "***". When Snarf aged to maturity, the Lord of the Orange Clothes didn't feel he needed a 'fro anymore. Still, Snarf is the most loyal of #mewland'ers and their most underrated member. His relatives now live on the Planet of the Prince George (apparently) after escaping Nanaimo's destruction. Snarfs are not the only creatures in the universe capable of wrecking living room carpets while intoxicated and full of Brickyard pizza, but the only ones I know of to try.Current Music: Sonic Youth - Pink Steam |
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You know the routine... just post a message here and I'll add you.
Unless you're that guy Lyle from elementary school. In that case I won't add you.
Jun. 27th, 2004 @ 10:55 pm
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