Well, I have now gone and eliminated another source of contact with the outside world. But this one, I think, is in a good way...
I signed up for the national registry of Leave Me The Fuck Alone, You Insipid Telemarketing Fuck.
The ironic thing about this is that for one short summer of my life, I actually worked as a telemarketer. I made calls for the Alley Theatre in Houston. I was an undergraduate at the time at Rice University, which, like the theatre, is in Houston, and I had a summer internship at the theatre working in public relations (and I got to spend a few days in the scene shop, too, painting the set for a production of "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest"). But since it was an unpaid position, they took pity on me and gave me a part time position with their telemarketing office, and I worked a bit in the gift shop, too, during the intermissions.
"Hi, this is Jon calling from the Alley Theatre. I know you just came and saw our production of 'Forever Plaid.' How did you like it?... Oh, you did? I'm so glad. Well if you liked that, I'm sure you'd love our upcoming season. You should get a season ticket! One of the highlights is Robert Wilson's new post-modern production of Georg Buchner's 'Danton's Death.'... What, you hate post modern crap? Awww, I'm sorry... OK, I promise I'll never call you during dinner again... Bye now!"
I actually sold a couple of subscriptions, and was able to afford my way through the summer, mostly on Ramen and cheap vodka. But that was years ago, and now this, my last link to the wonderful world of telemarketing has come to a close. Why do I not give a damn?
Posted by Jon at June 28, 2003 12:47 PM | TrackBackIf you went to Rice, are you from Texas?
Posted by: Sam at June 28, 2003 03:08 PMNo, I'm originally from Ohio.
Posted by: Jon at June 29, 2003 12:52 AM