Being a Security Guard at night has got to be the most boring albeit dangerous job ever... There could be far worse jobs than that actually but my heart goes out to the poor fellow who tries to keep his eyes open amidst the calming stillness of the night, whilst having to risk his life apprehending a crook or whatever sinister being trying to disrupt security protocols.
I used to receive telephone calls from a friend of mine (God rest his soul) who gets detailed at night at a certain bank. I know it's against policies for him to make personal calls when he should really be out doing his rounds, but his job is so damn boring that I sometimes acquiesce to a few minutes of chatting with him since I am a night person anyway.
He's now decedent, but not from occupational hazard. He drank way too much alcohol in the course of his life that his liver couldn't take it anymore. I'd like to think he died happy, because he was able to indulge in his favorite thing in the world for most of his life.
As for Telemarketers... whoah! When I was a kid, I was an avid reader of Mad Magazine (thanks to my Dad who was a collector!). I have read many an issue where they gave readers "clever" advice on how to thwart those persistent callers. At an early age, I already had an imprint in my mind saying, "Hey, it must suck to have such work."
My point is not to undermine the job, but to recognize its difficulty. I mean, out of a thousand calls you make in a day as a telemarketer, how many actually buy whatever it is you're selling? Not only that, you get shouted at, insulted, hung up on or worse, uttered profanities to... among others.
I don't blame the telemarketers for having to be persistent, they're just doing their job. But I don't blame the receiver of the calls either, they just did what they had to do depending on the situation they are in.
The thing about unsolicited telephone calls is that you never know the state of the person you are calling. Take for instance what happened to me today, since morning till late afternoon. In our home, I have received calls for my brother from Metrobank and Citibank, not about his account, but to "offer" him "privileges." The first call he didn't take because he was busy with something. And then he went out and I had to deal with the callers for the rest of the day.
But the real pain in the neck are those callers from Home TV Shopping... Buy once from them and they will call you forever!!! Real horror movie stuff.
When I say my brother is out, they will just keep calling till they "catch" him. And it will be my time that is wasted. Sometimes they don't want to leave any message, or more often than not, they become too friendly that I feel trapped into having to speak to them when there are far better things to do. It usually comes to a point when I get so irritated, it's hard to retain civility.
Case in point, a caller from a financial business, looking for my dad. My dad has already given me authority to decline any "offers," even from well known business establishments. So when this "never-heard" company called, I dealt with it the way I had always done. What irritates me more is that the girl calling tries so hard to speak in English when it hurts my ear, and we both know I can well understand her in our native language. Perhaps she's trying to impress me with her "aura of sophistication", but adversely cheapens herself more.
What is more infuriating is when they impose on you their marketing strategies that are outright lies. Like, "Mam, please tell your father that he has been chosen by Mr. So and So as a beneficiary of a Cash Gift worth P50,000 which he can claim at out office right away."
Oh, am I to believe the company gives out manna from heaven? So I asked her where she got my dad's name.
She goes, "Oh, he has been referred to us, and Mr. So and So has chosen him to be one of the recipients of the gift. Do you know Mr. So and So.?"
I said no, as a matter of fact I don't, and reiterated my question who referred my dad's name.
When she said, "You will just find out when you go to our office and open the envelope," it has confirmed my suspicion, it just is too good to be true.
So I said, I know this is just a marketing strategy, no thanks, my dad is not interested in your gift.
In which she responded, "Who are you to say that?"
I am the daughter for goodness sake! I have full authority! Damn, I bet she doesn't know my dad is mid-70ish and that he no longer qualifies for whatever plan they have to offer. But the rudeness of the voice sparked hostility on my side, and before I lose it, I decided to terminate the call with another, No thanks.
She rejoined with, "Oh sayang naman, P50,000 in cash, you are just rejecting. Why, are you already rich?"
I wanted to say it's none of her damned business but taken aback, I said instead, "Why are you asking that? That's too personal." I wanted to add, Liar! You're still alive and yet your soul is already burning in hell... Hahaha, but I would sound so righteous and it's way too harsh.
She was just doing her job after all.
In this lifetime, I consider two common jobs most difficult... that of being a Night Watchman and a Telemarketer.