"It is the middle of the friggin' night! Don't you people ever sleep?"
That was my wake up call that woke me up out of a sound sleep and pissed me off. When I go to bed, I go to sleep. All day long I have fended off the robo calls that want to insure my eleven year old car with almost 200,000 miles on it against any repairs. Bumper to bumper. Or they want to loan me thousands of dollars on just my signature. Or house insurance. Or life insurance. Or buy my house. Or sell my house. The list goes on of things I might possible want that I have not thought of by myself.
Tell me this, how can we put a man on the moon, but not stop robo calls that bombard me all day and into the night! I pay for my phone. I bought it and I pay every month for the privilege's of using it and it would be nice if when I picked it up on the second ring if it could be someone I knew and wanted to talk to, but such is not the case.
"Hi! This is Dan."
"Good Afternoon. I hope you are having a good day so far."
"Don't hang up! I have a bank that can solve all your financial woes at 0% interest."
"I want to buy your house!"
I have signed up on the national do not call list. I have blocked calls. I screen my calls with caller id, but I gave that up when I saw my late husbands name and phone number. I tried making a list of the numbers, but they are smarter then I will ever be. There is no hope.
I could turn my phone off at night, but I have 6 kids who are subject to accidents and need momma. Or maybe they just need to tell momma a little good news. (That could happen!) Sometimes a friend will call just to pass the time of day. I should be able to actually use my phone for my personal needs.
On the computer I can mark spam mail as such and send it to the trash bin and it goes to a folder and gets deleted, but not here at home in the real world. The phone is subject to jangle at any time, day or night. I often wonder if these people ever sell what ever they are selling. They must or they would not keep calling.
So here I set with my jangled nerves, ready to face another day of missed opportunities here in my home. Wouldn't it be nice if Gordon could get a real job and work like the rest of us instead of spending all night trying to figure out a way to separate me from my meager savings?
Good luck on that!
