The only thing worse than a telemarketer...
...is a telemarketer who calls five minutes into a very-much-needed pregnancy-exhaution-induced nap. From a number that's local so you think it could be important (the school? the doctor's office? someone following up on the instrument you dropped off for repair?) so you answer. And then it turns out to be someone who clearly doesn't live in this country offering you a security system on behalf of a company you've never heard of or done business with - who then proceeds to argue with you when you say a) you're not interested, and b) you're not going to divulge details about whatever security system you already may or may not have to a random stranger over the phone. (Really? Do people answer that question??)
She's really lucky I only hung up on her instead of telling her how I *really* felt. Especially because now my window of napping opportunity between feeding DD2 lunch and parking her in front of a DVD, and waiting for DD1's bus has narrowed too much and I'm going to have to spend the rest of the day in crabby zombie mode.
Sarah
Mommy to:
Carolyn, 10/04
Anna, 7/08
Matthew, 8/13