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I was a telemarketer as a summer job when I was in college. It's really a pretty cool job, if you find the right company to work for. I was calling on behalf of the Utah Symphony, selling concert subscriptions. For sure, some of the people we called were rude and ugly to us, but we're the Symphony. In a place with as little culture as Salt Lake City, when the Symphony calls you, you stop what you're doing. By my third summer, I fucking KILLED at it, and made really good money doing it.
We were too classy a joint to have a Shit List. We kept a list of assholes' names on a Fecal Roster. Good times.
So when a telemarketer calls me these days, I have a very quick listen to them. If they're talking to me as if they were a robot, I interrupt them and tell them to put me on their company's do-not-call list. They're legally required to do that immediately if you ask them to. Damn robots. I've got no time for them!
If they're talking to me like a human being, I'll listen briefly to see if I'm interested in what they're selling (it happens!), and decline politely if not.
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