Cold calling
Posted: Thu Apr 25, 2013 11:53 am
Ten minutes ago, I was lounging on my bed reading a book when the phone rang.
It was a cold caller.
"Hello, my name is Jason. I'd like to speak to you about double glazing..."
In the past I might have argued it out with Jason, got very irate with him, informed him in no uncertain terms that he'd disturbed my morning etc. etc.
Then I'd have slammed the phone down and felt a mix of emotions - guilt for getting angry at Jason, frustration about cold callers in general etc. etc.
This morning I calmly put the phone down without saying a word and felt very calm.
Thoughts can be like pesky cold callers. We engage with them at our peril. Gently notice them, move on with the day and a whole load of trouble is averted.
Most of our thoughts are just like a man called Jason, sitting in a call centre in Newport, Gwent, wearing a cheap brown suit, whose job involves pestering people who've got a million and one things they'd rather be doing than discussing double glazing.
It was a cold caller.
"Hello, my name is Jason. I'd like to speak to you about double glazing..."
In the past I might have argued it out with Jason, got very irate with him, informed him in no uncertain terms that he'd disturbed my morning etc. etc.
Then I'd have slammed the phone down and felt a mix of emotions - guilt for getting angry at Jason, frustration about cold callers in general etc. etc.
This morning I calmly put the phone down without saying a word and felt very calm.
Thoughts can be like pesky cold callers. We engage with them at our peril. Gently notice them, move on with the day and a whole load of trouble is averted.
Most of our thoughts are just like a man called Jason, sitting in a call centre in Newport, Gwent, wearing a cheap brown suit, whose job involves pestering people who've got a million and one things they'd rather be doing than discussing double glazing.