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.