Wednesday, October 15, 2003


Got out of my office yesterday. Punched the button to invoke the down-elevator. The doors slid back. There were two ladies in the elevator. And I could hear a man's voice. Controlled. Rehearsed. Emotionless. Yet, there was no one else there. As I got in and the doors slid shut, I realized what it was: the voice was coming from the intercom. Someone was conducting a survey and was inviting participants to respond. And this message kept replaying ad nauseum. Luckily I had only a floor to descend. Telemarketing was bad enough. Now this.

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