A telemarketer is basically a technology-equipped street hawker who rings you incessantly and tries to turn your own private home into a market bazaar, just in case you don't find the constant spruiking of products and services in junk mail, on radio programs, TV commercials and late-night infomercials annoying enough.
It ranks just above being a wheel-clamper, a parking inspector and a pimp, but trumps all with its persistence and invasiveness.
It's one of the few jobs which give a chance for hermits who never leave the house to experience the joys of being incessantly harassed in their own home.
It is a very unprofessional and disrespectful way to market products and it reeks of desperation. Attempting to get people to agree to complex deals over the phone and not giving them time to compare the deal with the competition or any current deals they have, is a scummy way of doing business.
The lack of respect inherent in the job is demonstrated by corporates themselves who outsource their telemarketing to places like India to keep their marketing costs down.
Get call-barring if you can, or ditch your landline for a mobile. These are the only ways to stop these people. You can abuse them all you like, make all the requests to them to stop ringing and they will always ignore you.
The epitome of corporate arrogance and unprofessionality.
The Zombie Holocaust will not be televised: it is already being brought to you in person four or more times a day by Indian telemarketers.
A heartless cretin making minimum wage whose job involves calling prospective clients to sell them goods or services they don't want, can't afford and have no use for. They tend to target the elderly and the very young, as these two are the most vulnerable to their bullshit sales pitches, and usually call to annoy you around dinner time as that is when you are most likely to be around. These miserable parasites are as moral as an Islamic terrorist on PCP and are the social equivalent of a tiny insect feasting on the sweaty brown residue between the anus and testicles.
TELEMARKETER: Hello, is this Mr. (my name)?
ME: Yes, how can I help you?
TELEMARKETER: Hi! I represent the Federal Guarantee Life Insurance Company, and I'd like to talk to you about--
ME: Excuse me...there's someone at my door. Could you hold on for a moment?
(I go off to watch TV and return five minutes later)
ME: You still there?
ME: Fuck you, dickwad. --click--
The telephone equivalent of spam
The worst kind of salesman
in the universe.
Traits: Officious, sometimes bullshittingly "polite" pricks who will recall your number over and over when they aren't scamming other random phone numbers.
How to deal with them: Shoot em up! ...er, i meant
How to really deal with them: Whenever one of these calls you, immediately i.d. which category it falls into:
Subcription for 40 months of shitty magazines you dont need
Now the fun part. Keep acting like youre interested in whatever theyre offering. Thank them for every last excruciating detail they throw at you at hyper-machine gun speed so they have trouble concentrating trying to sucker you into their shit. Prolong everything. Ask questions about everything they say (be sure to sound as happy as can be, and as interested as a masochist in hell). Then, when the inevitable closing deal part of the conversation comes, your choices are:
"Fuck youz" + Hang-up
"Go fuck yourself"
"Get a real job"
"U r SuxOr"
"i did your mom"
Be creative. Let your imagination take over in getting back at these asses. Peace`=)
Notorious telemarketers = Orange County Register, Phone survey groups, Magazine subscribers
All mentioned above, kiss my ass
Little annoying @!#$% that keep on calling you when your busy
The @#$!ing telemarketer called me while i was eating
A person who sits on the phones and badgers the hell out of people to either donate to the police or sign up for a credit card. Yet, the telemarketer gets a huge kick out of people who cuss and scream at them and ask to be taken off the list.
Anybody who works for Millenium Teleservices/CDG Management, LLC RULE!
a human being trying actually pay their bills just like the rest of you except they probably hate their jobs as telemarkets more than you hate them.
"i feel like i have no soul because i am a talented telemarketer. i need a beer."
Those fuckers who call you asking you to buy shit. They constantly call you telling you things like "please don't hang up the phone", "I'm calling you up on an item we sent you in the mail", "Hey would you like a subscription to <insert newspaper/magazine>".
These lovely individuals. are usually payed high, but work on commission, so they have to be good at what they do.
Telemarketers need to find better jobs and leave us the fuck alone.
1. A person or robot you receive in a commercial call.
2. One of those times its O.K. to feel like you wanna kill someone.
3. Makes you wish you had Caller ID or even a Telezapper.
"You've got four seconds to hang up this phone, you halfwit telemarketer, and never call this number again."