Its a beautiful day in the neighborhood

I like to think of myself as the Mr. Rogers of telemarketing (except not dead). Every single person I telemarket is a special individual to me, not a faceless name, but a warm, breathing dasein. I care about each of you, even though you do not realize it. I especially care about you, Mr. Vincent Gallo in New York, NY, because I hoped, if only for a brief moment, that you might be THE Vincent Gallo, somehow transported into a job as an IT supervisor. But my point is that I care about all of my contacts, just as Mr. Rogers cared for those puppets on the inside of walls of his house, even the creepy ones.