Read My Lips - the blog

What do they take me for? an idiot?

First thing when I get to the office the phone rings. It is some gal tryin' to sell me on takin' some Pitney-Bowles mail meter or somethin' tellin' me 'bout all the time and money it would save me. OK, first of all, I live in a small town. I bet ya'll didn't know that, huh? We have one post office and some mail regulation says that if they offer everyone a low cost PO Box, they don't have to do street delivery. So, I have to make a trip to the Post Office once a day to check my mail. I usually have to make a second trip at the end of the day just to put my outgoin' mail in the only mailbox that is not inside the post office: the one in the parkin' lot of the post office. Also, the post office is perfectly situated on my route home. How is havin' a postage meter gonna save me time?

Now, I use approximately half a roll of stamps a month. Total cost is $17.00 or so. I am not sure, but it seemed the rental for the postage meter was $24.95. Now I don't know if that was monthly or what? With the meager amount of postage I use, I cannot imagine that it would save me any money.

OK, they are offerin' a 90 day free trial, and will give you $30 worth of postage after the trial period and some Omaha Steaks to try it. Cool. All they need is some information to get it started: my credit card information. Some voice over the phone asking for my credit card information ... ha ha ha ... for all I know everything said could be a bunch of hokey and I could be talkin' to someone in Nigeria. That seemed to conclude the conversation when I said I didn't ever give out credit card info over the phone.

Now, what is the deal with this Do Not Call Registry? I signed this number up. How do you colect that cash from those assholes that continue to call? This is my one and only incoming voice line for my law practice. I don't need to be tyin' it up chattin' with asshole telemarketers. Go away.

While I was on the phone tryin' to get the telemarketer to go away, I was checkin' my email and most of it was SPAM. At least by multitaskin', I was able to dispose of all the trash in my email while I was disposin' with the asshole on the phone. Of course, while I was composin' this post, I already had another asshole call me tryin' to get me to buy magazine subscriptions. I got a ton of crap I have to read that I can't find time to read, so I have to pass on gettin' regular magazine deliveries. I already got like 4 or 5 that come in anyway from the various organizations of which I am a member.

Posted by notGeorge at October 30, 2003 10:01 AM | TrackBack