Sorry to dump on you guys, but I’m having kind of a crappy day. I can’t seem to get my writing momentum moving without some crap getting in the way, and this is the only way I can get my words at the moment. Perhaps posting this will give me the boost I need.
Normally, I reserve this kind of thing for my personal journal. In fact I did mention it in there today, before receiving another phone call. A while back I got a few phishing calls from a random number. I know what the guy was doing, but he was particularly nasty about it.
Imagine snark personified as a voice on the other end of the line. That’s pretty much what I’m dealing with. The equivalent of an internet troll, except blowing up my phone and remaining silent. When I call back, he isn’t silent at all.
Today I saw a bounced call when I left work, as I had a little rough patch right at the end of my work day which wasn’t helping anything. I asked the guy politely to stop calling me. I assumed he was part of a telemarketing thing, and even though I’m on the Do Not Call list, I’ve accepted that not all of the calls are going to stop.
Just as I had washed off the workday and the silly communication, I got another call. That’s two hours after I politely asked him to “take me off their list.” He said nothing, and hung up the phone after about five minutes. I had my coffee in hand, and I was ready to begin working. I called back and asked him to stop calling me again. He said he needed my name and address for verification, exactly the thing a phishing scam is designed for.
When I refused, he started babbling and tossing accusations, and asking more probing questions. Whoever this troll is, he’s an expert at his craft, and I have to respect that in an awkward sort of way. While this second call has disrupted my night, I’m sure he hasn’t given it a second thought.
I got him to shut up by injecting that I wanted to make a simple request. He acquiesced, and I asked again, politely, that he stop calling my phone. The response:
“You won’t stop receiving calls because you are a criminal.” (Tinge of high-pitched Indian accent)
Let’s just say my response to this was not so polite. If he wants to see me be a criminal, the little shit is welcome to come down here and confront me in person. Then he’ll see a criminal. Of course, I won’t give him my address, so I suppose we don’t have to worry about that. Unless it’s some local kid. So. If I stop posting all of a sudden, it’s possible I went to jail for beating some jerk kid to a pulp.
This had me enraged temporarily, and when he again went on the offensive, I hung up. I knew what he was doing, and you can’t respond to this kind of person. There’s literally nothing you can say. If you don’t believe me, find a youtube channel with a chat feature sometime and just watch the conversation. It’ll open your eyes to exactly how bad some of these people can get. They’re toxic.
What has me even more upset, is that I care about being a calm, centered person, and that calm center has been tipped not once, but three times today. Am I becoming more toxic myself? I hope not, but the question remains. Everyone has a shit day from time to time, some more than others, but I aspire to not let things outside of my control get to me.
In direct contrast to that thinking, I put this bullshit IN my sphere of control, and sent a complaint off to the FCC so they can redirect it to wherever it needs to go. If anything, I see no good coming from that except more annoying phone calls. Like I said, people like that don’t care, and I may have made myself a target, unless the FCC decides to leave it alone. I felt like I had to do something, anything, to put the little worm in his place. He tried every trigger word he could find until he landed on one that worked, and he KNEW it worked by my response. The next call from that number will probably be him claiming that he’s from some law enforcement agency, and demanding my personal information.
When I tell him to “fuck off,” I’ll have to wonder if it was really a prank, or the same jerk. He’ll almost certainly vary the number. This is part of the reason that I don’t give to donations over the phone, I’ve listed my number as DNC, and I never tell anybody anything, ever, over the phone. These parasites are everywhere. They’re liars and con-artists, and they’ve been running these same scams for half a century. They will not be silenced.
I guess I found 800 words in writing this, so I met my quota. I’ll call that a win and try to get back to work now. The image above is one possible reconstruction of what the guy may look like. If you see him, please call the police 🙂