the voice

"May I speak to xxxx xxxx please?" came a caller from the Minnesota Orchestra Marketing personnel just a few minutes ago...

"Yes, speaking."

"Oh... perhaps I'd like to speak to your mother, instead."

"What does this concern?"

"Oh, perhaps it is you. I am sorry. I am......" continuing her spiel on whether I'd like to do an over-the-phone purchase of concert tickets.

i am sorry. i hate this phone-marketing business when people know that one can go online to check on concerts, that i get brochures sent to me, and that if i really wanted to i will make an effort to seek out concerts i like or think i might enjoy. the fact that i haven't been visiting the Orchestra Hall either speaks of my time-commitment elsewhere, or that the programmes offered are just not my cuppa... if truth be spoken, it's the latter. i simply detest the fact that businesses often choose to invade your personal space in the most direct and unpleasant way.

i am getting better at hanging up on these marketing people. it took me less than a minute, despite her desperate attempts, in part aware that she's offended me.

yes, i know i don't have the most adult-like voice out there... it is not necessarily a voice that commands authority... but it is my voice.

... i guess if my mummy had to learn it the hard way... everyone else, including me, myself, and i, will too.

grrr.

posted by ~overacuppa~ on Wednesday, 9 January, 2008 at 18:42 hrs