Well, Notre Damn didn't really strike back, but it sounded like a good title.
I just had to share this tidbit as I was perusing my stats (which I forgot to look at for about the last three months). Someone from Toledo, Ohio, hit my site with this search string in Google:
who called Notre Dame "Notre Damn"
I'm the third hit on Google for that string. It goes to this little story, which I'll repost now, because, well, it makes me laugh still.
I hate the telephone. I was never one of those teenagers from whom you had to surgically remove the phone from the ear. In fact, once the internet really matured, I'd so much rather deal with an email or even an IM than the phone. Why? Well, I choose when to do my email or IM. The phone interrupts at any given moment with its shrill and demanding call.
Most of my friends know how much I hate the phone and so, we rarely get calls at our house ... so much so that it's become habit now to think "wow, what important thing has happened that someone had to actually call us?" when the phone rings.
So telemarketers really bug the crap outa me.
So, last night the phone rings and this young woman's voice comes piping out, "Hello, this is Muffy O'Donnell. May I speak with Red Monkey?"
Now about half the time if I don't recognize the voice or the name, I might just hang up. Friends who thought I would certainly recognize their voice have long since learned I don't recognize voices well. I figure hanging up now is saving the telemarketer time and money. They're not gonna get a damn thing out of me, so now they know and they can dial the next number on their list and maybe make some money off that mark.
If I'm in a decent enough mood, I might attempt to be polite. Last night was somewhere in between polite and really really onery. I decided to answer literally and honestly and see what happened. She asked if she could speak with Red Monkey and I answered:
Pause as she waits for me to put Red Monkey on the phone. "Hello?"
"Yes, we've done that part already."
I can now feel the confusion coming through the phone line. "Umm, well, is this Red Monkey?"
"Oh, well, like I said, this is Molly Maguire and I'm a student here at the University of Notre Dame."
"I didn't go anywhere."
"Umm, so I'm a sophomore at Notre Dame and --"
"Yeah, I heard you the first time. I said I'm sorry. That's a pretty bad school."
"But ... what? But why? Why would you ... I'm sorry. It is not."
At this point I hung up out of kindness. The kid is likely trying to raise money for a school that has more money than most state school systems, and she's probably getting a small commission on each "sale" she makes. If I have to take the time to explain to her exactly why the education that she's getting there is deficient, well, she'll never make any money!
I'm curious to see if I get another phone call from them, though.
(Oh, and the title of this post? That's from an IM conversation I had right after I got off the phone. I was explaining to someone who had called and typo'd Notre Dame as Notre Damn. Given my feelings about that place, it seemed faaaar more appropriate!)
Apparently, however, this is an old stand-by for non-Notre Dame fans ... and, in fact, looking at some of the Google hits for just the "Notre Damn" search string, apparently it's a common typo.
Has ND ever called back? Yep. And, they sent me some bullshit letter about how lucky I am to work there, and shouldn't I give them money. I grabbed a Sharpie marker and told them to NEVER contact me again. They sent a letter apologizing (OMG, someone there knows HOW to apologize for something? AND has the decency to DO so?????) Alas, other departments still send me crap from time to time. It all goes in the recycling now.
Sad that it's still so painful. Maybe I'll get around to posting about that one day. Maybe not.
Posted by Red Monkey at July 7, 2007 3:29 AM |
People Say I Have ADHD, But I Think - Hey Look, A Chicken
great to line the cat box....
That is hilarious, you are about as bad about the phone as I am...remind me to tell you about the "Shocked" collection/telemarketer...Heee heee I am evil you know.
Heh. I almost feel sorry for the poor girl. Almost. Telemarketers make my palms itch.July 8, 2007 5:52 PM