November 29th, 2022Kyle’s Rant

AS IF things aren’t bad enough,
the bottom feeders have
stepped it up a whole other
gear in terms of brassy, ballsy rip offs.
I got a phone message the other day
from my daughter which read that she
had changed her phone number and to
click on the link to put her new number
in my phone.
I must admit the alarm bells started to
ring, because surely someone that close to
me would call with their new number.

And then the rather large penny dropped when my life flashed before my eyes and
I realised I didn’t have a daughter, at least none that I knew of.
I must admit a few years after my promiscuous sea-going career ended, I would
feel weak at the knees around Father’s Day while standing by the letterbox, but those
days are long gone.

But back on topic. These online and phone scams are absolutely prolific so once
they get on the phone to me I consider it my duty to hold them there as long as
possible.
This practice hopefully clogs up their day, making less time for their
skulduggerous pursuits, especially on the more vulnerable members of the
community.
I once annoyed a guy claiming to be from Telstra so badly he called me back not
once but three times after our call was violently disconnected. What he threatened
is not for print but suffice it to say my mum was going to have a wild time with him
and so was my daughter. And there they go assuming I have a daughter again.
There is no accountability for these creeps and I am not sure how you could sleep
at night when your job is robbing people blind through misleading information using
tactics designed to confuse the vulnerable. That sort of sounds like a politician’s job.
But back to my point. The other day, head in hands, elbows on the desk and as
bored as batshit, (yes, it was my turn to think up what’s for dinner) the phone rang.
After a short delay in, what I imagine was the time it took for the perpetrator on
the other end to don the headset and yell ‘shush’ in his rather crowded office booth,
the phone crackled and came into tune as a nice foreign-sounding gentleman from
the Commonwealth Bank enquired how my day was going?
I fear my retort came quickly and unfortunately, a little too excited. I proclaimed
it was really boring but was now looking up with his call.
Fabulous, I thought, someone to play with. However my over-enthusiasm had
obviously alerted him to my plan to hold him up for as long as possible, and he
smartly aborted his project and disconnected the call.
Maybe now instead of a no-call register the bandits are starting to raise a no-call
list of their own – avoiding people like me who will take advantage of their time and
frustrate them to breaking point.
Timewasting rant over…