Saturday, June 27, 2009

It Was a Hard Week to be a Celebrity

Images found on Google Images and combined on Picnik.  I do not own the rights to any of these images.  Don't sue me.  I have nothing you'd want.

what with the death of Ed McMahon (1923-2009) due to "pneumonia and other medical problems," (CNN.com), and the high-profile fight and unfortunate passing of Farrah Fawcett (1947-2009) of anal cancer. Oh, and then there was that one singer who also died on Thursday. What was his name again?

Enough of death. I don't think any of them would have wanted the rest of us to dwell on death, so I have prepared some news stories that have caught my eye during the past week while I was avoiding flipping on the TV news. And no, none of them have anything to do with Michael Jackson . . .


Germany's Least Competent Criminal (and they laugh at us!)


Sorry, conspiracy theorists. It's not UFO's causing these circles.

Assault with a cheesy weapon! 'Bout the only thing these things are good for.

Lost and Found Something to make you go "Awwwww!"

Friday, June 19, 2009

Confessions of a Telemarketer

OK, at serious risk to my social life (such as it is), I'm going to admit to the fact that I am one of the most annoying people in the world.  I'm a telemarketer for an insurance company in South Bend, IN.  I know that most people hate it when I call (they complain about it often), but I've got a bone to pick with some people, myself.  

I understand that no one wants to be called during dinner time and, frankly, I don't want to call you then, either, but no one can deny that the hours of five to seven are when most people are home from work, so it stands to reason that that would be when telemarketers would call.  If you do not want to be called, then you need to take five minutes out of your day to add your phone number to the National Do Not Call Registry.  I did that just last night and all it takes is a working e-mail address, which you can get for free from Yahoo!, first assuming that you are one of the few people nowadays without one.  It took, literally, five minutes.  And here's another thing.  Before you yell at your friendly neighborhood telemarketer about the fact that your number is on the DNC list, think for a second about when you registered.  Apparently, most people are still unaware that your number is knocked off the list after five years.  You have to take another five minutes out of your life to re-register every 1, 825 days.  Cruel and unusual, I know.  And, so you know, most, if not all, of us do check the registry before we call.  I know I do.  Manually.  I key in each number, a long, tedious process, to ensure that I do not call someone on the DNC list.  It's in our best interest to do so.  So stop complaining.  If you don't want to register with the list, simply politely ask to be removed from the calling list of whatever business is calling you.  It's a request that is also in that business's best interest to honor.

Also, you need to remember that telemarketers are people, too, just like you.  Imagine, for a moment, that, in the course of doing your job, you had to call someone you did not know and they cursed and yelled and threw a fit about how they already told someone, somewhere, at sometime in the past that they did not want to be called, then hung up.  How would you react?  Honestly, people, have we, as a society, lost our ability to be polite?  Just because people don't like what we do doesn't make us subhuman.  A simple "Thanks, we're/I'm not interested" will suffice, and will often result in a more polite response from us.  We're not bottom-feeders.  We're just people glad to have a job, and I think I can safely say, that if you were unemployed and looking for a job and you were able to get a job as a telemarketer, you would take it.  Especially in this economy.

So in short, I know I'm annoying, but there's aspects of you that annoy people, too, and, considering how easy it is to keep from being annoyed by us, you need to quit whining.  And, maybe, if you can bring yourself to keep it in mind, at least act like telemarketers are people, too.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Introduction

They say that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result. I've tried blogging several times with minimal success, mainly due to the fact that no one ever reads mine, thereby giving me little urge to continue to maintain it, allowing it to rust away with only a few entries, slowly being swallowed by cyber-dust as I move on to other things.

I guess I'm insane, because I'm starting this again.

It's been only recently that I've noticed the running commentary on life that's been running through my head, and, no, I'm not schizophrenic, and I'm getting kind of annoyed with those who first assume that I am disturbed when I mention this.  I tend to focus on the small aspects of the big thing that is daily life, striving to find small bits of amusement amongst the boring day to day events that we're all more than aware of.  A good part of what might be on here will be things I've observed at school (Ball State University), in the news, and, depending on how much I happen to be paying attention, entertainment news, which, no, I don't consider to be on the same level as real news.  Other things that might show up here from time to time -- rants, raves, meditations, musings, and bits and pieces of writing stuff (both written independently and for school assignments), if not whole short works at one point or another.  If I stick with it.  Who knows?