three in the morning productions

they told me the GOP--bastards!

Or why I wouldn't make for a good telemarketer.

I went to volunteer at the Republican Headquarters this afternoon and I was consigned to phoning "supposed" Republican voters. Why then, was I subjected to such abuse! In one instance, a man called back demanding to know why he'd received several calls from the same number--he had an accent like Apu from the Simpsons. He also wanted to know what this voting thing was all about. My response (and I still giggle at the thought)? "Thank you, come again."

Others were just unnecessarily vicious. Here was a typical case:

Me: Good Afternoon, I'm a volunteer at the Republican Headquarters and the reason that I'm calling.
Woman: Repeat that again?!
Me: Good Afternoon, I'm a volunteer at the Republican--
Woman: So what! *click*
Me: Well if you'd just let me finish, I was just calling to remind you--hello? Hello?!!

This was for JSA--no other way would I have stepped to the task. Understand that I am the farthest thing from a Republican. In fact I should have used the opportunity to... well, heh, nevermind.

I was ticked about the whole thing but then I came on here and was rather amused by Bill's little guilt-trip. And of course it wasn't him who inspired the antisocial sentiments expressed in the entry--if anything, our conversation brought me back to my agreeable self, though none the less nihilistic.

I know that you've been damaged
your soul has suffered such abuse
but I am not your savior
I am just as fucked as you
I cannot save you. I can't even save myself ~ Save Yourself, Stabbing Westward

Stabbing Westward, a recent discovery and I am already in love with their "Darkest Days" album. Bet it's not hard to tell why.

11.04.02 - 8:12 p.m.

	they told me the GOP--bastards! Or why I wouldn't make for a good telemarketer. I went to volunteer at the Republican Headquarters this afternoon and I was consigned to phoning "supposed" Republican voters. Why then, was I subjected to such abuse! In one instance, a man called back demanding to know why he'd received several calls from the same number--he had an accent like Apu from the Simpsons. He also wanted to know what this voting thing was all about. My response (and I still giggle at the thought)? "Thank you, come again." Others were just unnecessarily vicious. Here was a typical case: Me: Good Afternoon, I'm a volunteer at the Republican Headquarters and the reason that I'm calling. Woman: Repeat that again?! Me: Good Afternoon, I'm a volunteer at the Republican-- Woman: So what! click Me: Well if you'd just let me finish, I was just calling to remind you--hello? Hello?!! This was for JSA--no other way would I have stepped to the task. Understand that I am the farthest thing from a Republican. In fact I should have used the opportunity to... well, heh, nevermind. I was ticked about the whole thing but then I came on here and was rather amused by Bill's little guilt-trip. And of course it wasn't him who inspired the antisocial sentiments expressed in the entry--if anything, our conversation brought me back to my agreeable self, though none the less nihilistic. I know that you've been damaged your soul has suffered such abuse but I am not your savior I am just as fucked as you I cannot save you. I can't even save myself ~ Save Yourself, Stabbing Westward Stabbing Westward, a recent discovery and I am already in love with their "Darkest Days" album. Bet it's not hard to tell why. 11.04.02 - 8:12 p.m.