damn phone promo advertising!

Well it happened at last...I got pissed today.

To give you a guys a little background, I am not actually feeling all that awesome today...or the past couple of days for that matter. So then last night I finally hit the gym after more than week of absence due to some unavoidable circumstances. Anyway, so when we got there..damn there was a load of people in! We usually work out in the morning, like around 9am...we got there at around 6pm I think. Well it didn't matter...we still had our work out. And no, that is not why I'm bitching again...as I've said, this is just the "background" of what happened a few minutes ago.

So we fast forward to today...my body is damn sore from the work out. My shoulder feels awkward, probably because of a past injury, and my abs are hurting. Which is a good thing, as many of our gym buddies will attest. The thing is, I don't usually get a lot of sleep at night. There is a lot of tossing and turning going on, and slightly more trips to the peepee bowl. Mainly because I decided to reduce my salt intake to reduce some of the water in my body. So going back, I woke up at about 7am...ate breakfast watched some TV and then went online. Basically I was already doing some things early in the morning...while feeling sore and tired.

Feeling bored at around 4pm I decided to take a nap...to rest my aching body. And since it was raining, it was the best time. So on the sofa, I can't really get my groove on since it was...well a sofa. I didn't want to go upstairs in my room because our maid was relatively new and.. .well you get it. But after a couple of minutes, and some awkward positions...I then said to myself that I need my bed now. And there it was...my comfy bed just waiting for my poor weary body to lay in. Got in a familiar comfy position and sleep here I come!

Or so I thought...

The phone suddenly rang! Damn it! I had to answer the damn thing coz the maid does not know how to yet...and she doesn't even try! And for the fact that the phone was downstairs made it even more fucked up...

But of course I had to answer...who knows who it might be, it might be my dad or my mom or my sister who's abroad...or some shit like that. So I went down cursing my ass off...

And when I answered...it was a choppy call center telemarketer or whatever the fuck they call themselves. Usually it's a fun time for me answering these type of callers. Most often than not I give them a hard time being an ass on the phone.

But this time it's different.

It was a call about something a government promo on receipts...like a raffle or some shit like that...I'm not sure, I was not listening! But I can't hang up..it's the government! So I just constantly rolled my eyes in frustration. I mean the lady on the line was not even good at talking for pete's sake. Not to mention the lack of english proficiency...not that I'm racist or something, what I'm saying is that they should at least hire someone to do that sort of shit who knows how to converse well. Anyway, as the line kept on chopping up, I for time to time try to give her a hint that I was not interested. When she asked me for my name and address I was like no...I'm not really interested. Then she punches back at me with a line that translates, "Sir the government has the right to monitor the purchases of any individual, are you saying that you don't want the government to know your transaction...?"

What the fuck...?! Is that even a legal "threat"...? It felt like I was in a rear naked choke and there's nothing left to damn do but to tap the fuck out! Well on this case, give her my name and address. Damn it!

So okay I did give her my name and address...in frustration. I mean it was the only way I could get rid of her. With the choppy line and everything...with her having a hard time understanding me with my accent...she got what she wanted, rather what the "government" wanted.

Went back up to capture what's left of my sleep attempt...and I was too late. Damn fuckin telemarketer!!!

You robbed me of my sleeptime! My nappy time! The "government" robbed me of my z's!!!

And we all know that's it's harder to force your sorry ass to sleep than conquering your fear.

So thank you telemarketer...thank you "government" for this. And congratulations for making me write this blog about it.

(...shaking my head...)

*Note: I really didn't understand what you were promoting or advertising...so yeah you did good...NOT!