And you'd trust them completely, right? Well, if you’re bothered by too many telemarketers, it’s your fault. Lifehacker has a piece by someone in the business:
I've worked for a telemarketing company for two years and made a lot of unwanted calls. I have to keep making them because most people don't know how to get rid of us
No, no, no, no: you choose to keep annoying people so you can make money. The responsibility is yours and your employers, not the person who lacks the ability to “get rid” of you.
- but the right approach can make all the difference. Here's how you can get rid of telemarketers like me and save us both a lot of time.
The piece has tips and hints like this:
Remember, the computer chose your lead, not the caller. If you scream at them because you've gotten called before, this will not make them sympathetic to your case. It's likely they'll just put you back into the lead pool to torture you.
This confirms what you may have suspected: being a telemarketer is a job that drains people of all human empathy. This is in a section called “How You’re Making it Worse,” as if the dillweeds didn’t start it in the first place.
If the telemarketer is being rude, you can ask to speak to a manager. Despite what they might say, every campaign and business has a supervisor in the call room.
Whose sympathies will of course be with you, the aggravated party.
HISTORY Atlas Obscura looks at the “Forgotten Ghost Stations Of Berlin” - reminders of its day as city divided between free and slave. This, however, needs clarification: "Having endured two World Wars, being divided by the Iron Curtain, the fall of the Berlin Wall, and rapid gentrification — all in the scope of a century — the German capital is drenched to the proverbial bone in history."
Which proverb would that be? Are there any proverbs about soaked bones? No. You can use “proverbial” when referring to something that was actually in a proverb, or maxim, or piece of folk wisdom. The proverbial stitch in time. The proverbial look before one’s leap. But “drenched to the bone” is just a description.
Small carp. It’s a great piece, and a reminder of what East Berliners endured.
HEY YOU Today’s stupid second-person headline comes from the ongoing aesthetic train wreck that is the HuffPo: YOUR TV SERIES FINALE SUCKS (Even Though It Probably Doesn’t) This may interest all the people who have TV series finales, but most of us don’t.
The page also has a “weird” ad, in this case a “weird food that kills blood pressure.” That would seem to be a bad thing. Hey, link to a 10 biggest product failures! Great, it’s a slideshow:
It scrolls out and has a cellphone ad and something else and covers up a Miley Cyrus SHOCKER - You Won’t Believe What Happened - and then offers a chance to vote on whether your city has the Best Food Truck. Because everyone has such broad experience with food trucks in other cities. It’s just a sinkhole.
And it’s not the only one. On my daily ramble over the web I come across more ad-stuffed upworthy-buzzy clutterfests than I ever thought existed, and they share one trait: utter irredeemable ugliness. Modern advertising is turning the web into a garish maelstrom of howling banality.
Or maybe I’m just in a glum mood. It’s not as if there was a golden era of web perfection, but i swear it’s worse now, and those “one weird trick” and “Is this new Fat-burning pill too effective?” boxes make me want to start a new internet somewhere.
VotD Two days, 1.5 million hits.
People have already turned this into a GIF, becuse 19 seconds is too long a wait to get to the good part.