Cognitive Dissonance

"Democracy! Bah! When I hear that I reach for my feather boa!" - Allen Ginsberg

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There are many things I’ve learned working at a call center…

But this one is crucial. No matter how cute you think your kids are screeching your answering machine greeting in a far from unison fashion (“HI IT’S THE SMITH-JONES FAMILY AND WE’RE OUT DOING FAMILY STUFF GIGGLE GIGGLE…!”), it only does one thing for me: I will become more determined to call you to take my goddamn survey thanks to the ear acid to which I’ve been subjected.

It’s not cute, it’s annoying, and if anyone’s looking for you for an important reason, they’re going to wonder if they’ve reached the banshee-crossed Children of the Corn instead of a potential employee or something. Would you let your darlings answer your cell phone? Your office phone? No?

Okay, then. Maybe I’m just cranky because of this cold, but this kidlet answering service shit is getting old fast.

Cheers,
Meg

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  1. justother said: Been there. Done that. (Did the calling, I mean. I will never put my offspring on the answering machine.)
  2. bulletinaweave reblogged this from cognitivedissonance and added:
    I believe that the same people who provide those aural assaults are the same who want each and every place to be...
  3. kfadich reblogged this from cognitivedissonance and added:
    I would just like to add, if you call somewhere wanting a service, be certain your children are not screaming in the...
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