The Phone. . .

Ohy I want to yank that cord so bad.

Lately the land line has been ringing every morning at an unwelcome hour (8am)! Who the heck calls at that time of hour? Discover Card, or better yet a company that's calling FOR Discover Card. It's enough to make me want to never use the blasted card ever again! Then again it's not me that they're calling for, it's for mummy dearest... They called every day for 2 weeks straight! Even after I told them that she doesn't want to talk with them. I'm sure there's a rule against that somewhere. Finally I pretended to be mother and told them to back off and I'll use their stupid card when I feel like it not when they want me to. Stupid people, just because I own your card doesn't mean I have to use the blasted thing!

Just when they've finally stopped calling I'm all of the sudden spammed by other callers, one recording last night from some recorded message where the guy says it's come across his desk that I'm qualified for blah blah blah, some investment scheme. Hung up on him, if he really cared or wanted my business the least he could do was make the freakin' call himself!
This morning it was a recorded message from a lady who's first words were "Don't hang up. . ." and oh yeah baby, you guessed it! I hung that phone up jiffy quick!

What is up with this recorded message thing?? Why, all of the sudden we're getting all these junky calls? What ever happened to the do-not-call list? Blah! Taking matters into my own hands, I dug through some of my old college boxes. Back in the dorm years I remembered owning a caller ID, took a few tries but found the cute little green box. Changed the batteries and hooked that sucker up. So now I can refuse to accept calls, that is assuming I can stand the phone ringing so many times. The sound of phone rings really grate my ears...

Thus a warning to folks out there. We're going back to the Tappy-turned-of-the-ringer system. If you're lucky, I might hear the phone in the other room ringing so may answer the phone, but the ringer is defiantly staying in the "off" position in my room. It's the age of technology, so send me a snail mail if you want to talk to me. :)