Don’t you just love those annoying telephone surveys that interrupt the peace and serenity of your weekend without even the slightest hint of any reward, financial or otherwise?
It’s Saturday morning, close to mid-day but not quite early enough for lunch and I’ve just answered the phone for the third time in the vain hope that it’s someone I actually want to talk to. But no, of course it’s not, it’s another telephone survey from an independent research company!
I have been called three times in a row today… Feels like I am being picked on here!
This guy even had the audacity to mention Mori (presumably as in Mori Polls) as if that would impress me enough to spare a few minutes, which would in actual fact end up being more like twenty minutes to half an hour as some of these questionnaires are so badly written I don’t think the caller even understands them.
I declined to take part in the latest survey of course. Occasionally when I have nothing better to do I’ve whiled away a few moments answering silly questions, but not today. I am polite of course. They are only doing their job but I do wonder why I have been called three times in a row today. Feels like I am being picked on here! Still, at least this person stayed on the line while I declined to take part. The last time I took one of these calls the individual was very rude and just slammed the phone down on me. Nice!
They could get people to take part in telephone surveys more readily if they offered something in return. A few quid off something with a voucher or even just a pound or two would be good. Actually, even a lottery ticket would be an incentive to spend a little bit of my precious Saturday morning answering some pointless questions. Things are tough now though and you don’t get something for nothing.