Once again I find myself an hour late before I start, through no fault of my own.
All my wife wanted to do was to pay a bill online, a banking bill, as is her normal custom. This chewed up 45 minutes of our Saturday night and an hour of our morning today, with no result whatsoever.
They wanted our mobile phone number. We do not have a mobile phone. No matter what route we took, no matter how circuitous, no matter how long, no matter how hard, no matter how much time we spent on hold, listening to this awful tinkly music, it always led back to a demand for our mobile phone number. I guess none of the reps we talked to believed us when we said we didn’t have one.
We’re going to have to close the account and not do business with that bank anymore.
Anyhow, we’re an hour late starting our Monday tasks–but the tale of bricks shall remain the same!–and I will get this blog back up to speed later today, if humanly possible. Please bear with me.
It’s unbelievable, the degree to which our privacy is assauted these days, and usually in the name of security and privacy. All part of the delusion, I guess.
And as soon as we finally gave up hope of getting any satisfaction from the bank, and hung up, the phone immediately rang again. “This is the call-back you requested after viewing the TV commercial for our Acme back brace…”
Exit screaming.
I totally understand. Been there, done that, and I have been near the screaming point several times. Isn’t technology great?