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I posted on this subject yesterday, that I had been called by "Bill Johnson" from Greater Acceptance Mortgage Co. every day for several days running. Mr. Johnson leaves lengthy pre-recorded messages on my answering machine. If I'm at home, I pick up the phone and hang it up, which at least cuts the recording short. It doesn't stop the interruption, however.
Today the phone rang at about 10:00 a.m. I looked at my husband and said, "Oh, that's probably Bill Johnson."
"The guy from Greater Acceptance Mortgage Co.?" hubby asked, obviously familiar with the recording.
"Yep," I replied, as the recording began.
Only today it was "Terry Wyatt" calling from GAMCo. Hubby nearly fell out of his chair reaching for the phone to hang it up and cut the spiel short.
Yes, we could have let the recording drone on. And yes, since we were monitoring the calls, we were able to cut it short. But we aren't always home, and there have been times when we've been out and these robot callers -- mortgage refinancers, satellite dish sellers, time share inviters, debt consolidators, etc. -- have completely filled the answering machine so no one else can leave a message. In essence, they've robbed us of the use of our property.
I have a right to privacy. I have a right to the peaceful and non-intrusive enjoyment of my private property. That includes my home, my dinner hour, my reading time, my husband's sports and "handy-man" tv, my telephone, etc.
I do not equate telemarketing with junk mail. Junk mail, although I don't approve of it because of its effects on the environment, sits in my mailbox until I'm good and ready to retrieve it. Because I subscribe to a great many liberal/progressive publications, I'm on a lot of mailing lists, so I get a lot of solicitations. I don't mind these, because I know they are usually on the same side of the issues that I am.
But the telemarketers aren't targeting; they're spamming. And they're spamming on my time, my privacy, and my property.
I feel sorry for the people who work for these outfits; my son did it once and lasted almost one whole shift before he walked out in disgust. (He has less patience than I, and that's saying something!) I realize they need some kind of income, and in these economic times, it's tough. But if the telemarketer has an inalienable right to come into my telephone, my time, my answering machine, then doesn't the Avon lady have a similar right to walk into my house at HER convenience and start demonstrating the latest perfumes, to which I may be allergic? Will I now have to let the satellite dish salesperson set up his multimedia demonstration on my dinner table?
Where are the rights of the consumer in this argument? Where are the rights of the sacred-property-owning individual?
sheesh. shouldn't've allowed myself to get started. . . . .
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