“May I speak to xxxx xxxx please?” came a caller from the Minnesota Orchestra Marketing personnel just a few minutes ago…
“Yes, speaking.“
“Oh… perhaps I’d like to speak to your mother, instead.“
“What does this concern?“
“Oh, perhaps it is you. I am sorry. I am……” continuing her spiel on whether I’d like to do an over-the-phone purchase of concert tickets.
i am sorry. i hate this phone-marketing business when people know that one can go online to check on concerts, that i get brochures sent to me, and that if i really wanted to i will make an effort to seek out concerts i like or think i might enjoy. the fact that i haven’t been visiting the Orchestra Hall either speaks of my time-commitment elsewhere, or that the programmes offered are just not my cuppa… if truth be spoken, it’s the latter. i simply detest the fact that businesses often choose to invade your personal space in the most direct and unpleasant way.
i am getting better at hanging up on these marketing people. it took me less than a minute, despite her desperate attempts, in part aware that she’s offended me.
yes, i know i don’t have the most adult-like voice out there… it is not necessarily a voice that commands authority… but it is my voice.
… i guess if my mummy had to learn it the hard way… everyone else, including me, myself, and i, will too.
grrr.

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