Fuck you for giving every call center in the world our new landline phone number.
If one more person calls me “Mrs. Kevin’s-Last-Name,” I am going to have a conniption fit of epic proportions.
There is no “Mrs. Kevin’s-Last-Name” here. There never will be, because even Kevin’s mother has a different last name and I highly doubt his sister-in-laws would like the shit you’re trying to hawk. I like my last name, I am nearly 30 years old, I am a “decision maker for this household,” as you like to say, and we are already off to a bad start. I will continue to curtly say, “I am a decision maker, and I am deciding to tell you to never call us again.”
I realize it’s not the callers’ fault — it’s their job. But their job sucks, and I am tired of fielding (no exaggeration) one call every 25-35 minutes. All. Day. Long. Since the day our line was connected. I did sign up for the Do Not Call List, but that takes a month to kick in, and even then it only reduces your calls. Can you tell it has been awhile since I’ve had a landline and had to deal with this crap?
I was sick yesterday, but those bastards kept on callin’.
Does anyone actually sign up for your security system? Does anyone buy the crap you are hounding us about? I sincerely doubt it. Particularly when you assume that: 1) we are married; and 2) that I changed my name.
I strongly dislike you.