Part of the hostility is because even after you send in your census forms, filled out as required, the continue to call and harass you. I have had two unpleasant encounters with census takers since I sent in the form, and both of them freely admit they received the forms.
One wanted to go to a secondary residence we own and take a reading from the front porch. He wanted me to take a day off and drive all the way to the mountains to let him in. I refused, and told him to keep off the property.
The other called and wanted me to verify every single answer I gave on the form. It is all make busy work.
I asked this on another thread a while ago and got no answer. I sent my census in a little late. Census workers came by my house four times, but we weren’t here when they came. I did not call the number on the paper they left because I SENT MY FORM IN! Was I obligated to get in contact with these people if I sent my form in? I realize I was wasting tax payer money by not calling them back and making them keep coming by, but I just kept forgetting to call. I just want to know if I was breaking the law by not getting a hold of them after they came by. The way I see it, I sent in my census as required by law. I don’t know why I’d have to talk to a census worker.
For me the hostility comes from Øbozo hijacking the Census and using it as his personal private database. Then when you factor in the incompetence coupled with the arrogance of the census workers my blood sets to burblin.
When they showed up at my door they said I hadn’t submitted my form.
“Yes I did” I replied.
“But we didn’t get it”.
“You’ll have to take that up with the postal authorities”.
“But we’re here now” “Can’t we just have you fill out another one?”
“Nope. First one was free. The next one will cost you”
They went away...mad. They came back several more times but I was always gone (I could tell because they left notes). My cameras showed that they only came to the door and no further onto the property. They finally caught up with me early on a Sunday.
“Can’t talk” I said through the intercom. I couldn’t really make out what they were saying so I repeated “Can’t talk”.
They said something about opening the door to which I replied, “Nope. It’s my day off. You’ll have to come back tomorrow”.
Naturally “tomorrow” I was out of town.
They haven’t returned since.
“F” ‘em