Phone-y

I had this conversation today.

*ring*

Me: Thank you for calling (my place of business) This is (K-Nine) may I help you?

Thick Indian (slurpee not casino) Accent: Hello... Yes, My name is Jeff may I speak to the manager?

Me: Really?

Jeff?: Excuse me, sir?

Me: Really? Your name is Jeff?

Jeff?: Yes sir, may I speak to the...

Me: Jeff?

Jeff?: Yes sir, may I please...

Me: What's that short for?

Jeff?: Sir?

Me: What's Jeff short for?

Jeff?: I don't understand, sir.

Me: Jeff is usually a shortened version of a longer name. What is your "Jeff" short for?

Jeff?: Uh... Short for... Uh... It's just Jeff.

Me: Really? Is that really your name?

Jeff?: Uh, sir... I don't see where that makes...

Me: It makes a huge difference Jeff. If you can call me up out of the blue, and immediately lie to me about your name, as though it were the most normal thing in the world, what else will you lie to me about?

Jeff?: Sir... I am calling from (something to do with office depot and office supplies) may I speak to...

Me: I heard you. I am the manager. I just don't think I want to discuss my business with you. Have a great day.

*click*

First, I am not a big fan of outsourcing. I can understand it, but I don't really like it. To have someone call me from (obviously) another country (say India) and claim to be "Steve" or "Susie" or "Jeff" ticks me off. I despise the telemarketers anyway, but at least don't give me a name that is so obviously bullshit because you think I'll be less hostile to something familiar. Oh, and I think I'll go to Office Max from now on.