Vic Sage wrote: While i know that telemarketers are human beings (unless its a robo-caller), and they are just trying to make a living in a dire economy, and some folks don't have many options, and everybody deserves respect for the work they do, yyybbb, i've just got to say this... i hate telemarketers. Or rather, i hate telemarketing and so take it out on those who're inflicting it on me. Now, if they wanted to give me the home numbers of their bosses, i'd happily give THEM crap, but they don't do that (i've asked), so sorry, but they are in my line of fire. i have caller ID and when i get an unfamiliar number, i let it go to voicemail. Invariably, its a telemarketer. And they'll keep calling back and back and back until they get an answer. And often they call while i'm in the middle of doing something (having dinner with my family, watching a game or a show or a movie, reading, doing some work, writing, sleeping, whatever) so the ringing is an irritant and an interference in the quiet enjoyment of my domicile. Knowing they won't stop, i usually just pick up the receiver and hang it up. But sometimes, i'll yell "stop calling this number!" before i hang up. And once in a while, if i'm in the mood, i'll string it out as long as possible and when the try to close the deal i ask them for their phone number. This usually confuses them or stalls them a moment, and i tell them i just want it so i can call them back at my convenience, maybe if i'm up late watching a movie, or up early with the dog, or whenever. But they never do that. Nor do they give me their boss's' number either (though i'm pretty sure they don't know it anyhow). why? BECAUSE WHY ON EARTH WOULD THEY WANT TO BE BOTHERED WITH MY SHIT WHILE THEY'RE IN THEIR HOME? why indeed. Every day i leave the house and i'm bombarded with commercial speech... signs, tv and radio ads, newspapers... i work in times square which looks like the set of BLADERUNNER, with jumbotrons on endless loops of commercials, and homeless folk asking for change. Hell, even my fucking elevator now has a constant news feed with ads. And that's the world today. OK. But if i'm in my house, leave me the fuck alone; I really don't think that is too much to ask in this day and age of electronic overload. But they don't leave me alone; they keep ringing, my dog keeps barking, and i can't even put up a big "beware of dog" sign to scare them off. Or electrify my fence, like Mariano. Or just punch them in their fucking face. because they're not actually there. I know they're trying to pay their bills, but I'd have more respect for telemarketers if they just sold drugs in a school yard. It took 3 to 4 months. These guys kept calling, 3 times a day at least. Asked them to stop and all, they wouldn't. Shit, half the time all I could hear was piped in music. So I'd check the # and if it was them, not answer. They stopped calling after doing that for 3-4 months. I'm suppose with that strategy results may vary. And yea, still a major pain in the ass. But I simply told myself to stop allowing their call to annoy me and did my time.