RANT MODE

I'm in serious rant mode. Tune out if you don't like expletives, because there are going to be a lot of them. (See, I tune Rant Mode! But I have to get to a certain pitch before I involve you! Aren't you happy, dear readers?)

Fucking spent fucking two hours on the phone with various bureaucrats. With pretty much nothing to show for it.

Hey, how old are you? Remember when we picked up a phone and someone answered it! This is no more! Okay,so to make a long-distance call you had to talk to an operator, but at least she was an operator!

These days, you have to "enter your 10-digit card number so we can process your call" but they don't! They transfer you to some other drone in some other department who cuts you off!

Then you have to start all over again!

Brigitte and I were just talking -- what do these fucking fucks DO all day, the fucks? Who the fuck would want a job like that anyway? Slinging burgers at McDo would be a better option. But it's not their fault. It's the companies that HIRE them. Inefficiency is just running wild, I swear. I knew people can be stupid, but ALL of them? ALL of them? Who on earth comes up with this shit? Who?

Hey, I know people go to work, paint their nails for a while and let them dry for a while but FUCKING SERVICE ME WHEN I CALL! Don't pass me off, require my mother's maiden name and my favorite pet's name FOR THE THIRD FUCKING TIME BECAUSE YOUR ESTEEMED COLLEAGUE HUNG UP ON ME.

You fucking morons. Sometimes I walk around the world, look at people around me and think : "Hey! You're all fucking morons!"

That ALWAYS makes me feel better.