Unfiltered Story #106352

| Unfiltered | February 26, 2018

I had a telephone call from the ONS about a survey at around 6.30pm on a Friday evening – I was very happy to answer the questions, but for some reason, the landline cut off – it is one of these very old-fashioned cord phones because my parents still think it’s the 70s… I got a call back from a recent university graduate who was working there.

My work circumstances are changing all the time, so I was not an easy client to work with, as I don’t fit neatly into the boxes used by ONS. We had a lovely conversation, but then it was time for her to speak to my mother… Now my mother could not speak earlier, as she’d lost her voice, (or so I thought!)
I relayed this information to Rebecca*. So Rebecca asked if my dad could answer as a proxy on her behalf. Mum hears this and charges towards the phone, picks it up and starts yelling at this poor girl that she does not want to participate, that the ONS have enough information on our family. So much for losing her voice! If you are reading this Rebecca, I think you’re brilliant and I’m sorry that you had to deal with that!

*name changed.