At least they don't have my cellphone number

I want to talk about the home as a private/personal space, and the violation of this sanctuary.
Most people usually get calls at home from friends, stalkers and sometimes, annoyingly, work. …But they’re not the ones I have a beef with (well, maybe work). No no, I’m talking about them. You know who I mean.
Telemarketers.
I thought they were annoying before, but now I don’t know whether I have to feel a begrudging sort of admiration for the levels of annoyingness that they have accomplished. Are they hilarious or my new nemesis? (nemisises? Is there a plural for the word nemesis?)
Saturday morning, the house was all a slumber. Suddenly, the peace was shattered by the shrill ring of the telephone. It was promptly ignored until it stopped. Then it rang again. And again. I lost count at 6 times. Why not just answer? By then it was about more than just answering the phone, it was a battle of wills, and I sure as hell wasn’t getting out of bed. In the end my sister answered it, and you know what the voice on the other end said?
“This is a pre-recorded message. The operator is currently busy, please hold the line.”