Back in the mists of antiquity, I worked for two weeks as a telemarketer, but I wasn't calling people at home. I was hired to sell acvertising for a small, neighborhood newspaper, so I was calling local businesses. After two weeks, I ran screamiing from the office. I couldn't handle that much rejection!

But I guess I couldn't have been that bad at it. In that two weeks, I earned enough in commissions to buy my first really nice guitar, a Martin 00-18 (steel-string), $95.00 at the time. This was BC--Before Classic, before I switched to a nylon-string classic (Martin 00-28-G) a couple of years later.

I don't give telemarketers grief unless they persist past the point of reasonable politeness.

Don Firth