June 14, 2006


This is just fricking priceless.

On my 8:00pm break I managed to get a call through on the Sales line. I told the unsuspecting guy unlucky enough to answer my line that I wanted to cancel my service. Now. Immediately. Sooner than that if at all possible. When he asked why, I gave him the Reader's Digest version, sanitized for propriety's sake. After a brief pause, he complied and took the information necessary to process my request.

No further questions.

No pleading for one more chance.

No arguement.

Honestly, it felt as though he had been through this little scene before. He actually sounded as disgusted as I have been since this fiasco started after hearing the sanitized version of events.

But here's the best part. As I was doing this, the service was finally turned on at home.

Go figure.

Well, as far as I'm concerned, it's still cancelled. It's a dead thing, never to be revived, never to see the light of day, never to be entitled to one dollar of my hard earned pay.

TomatoVine. A pox upon them.

Posted by Mamamontezz at June 14, 2006 07:57 PM | TrackBack
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