I can’t remember how many customer service reps I’ve talked to within the last 3 hours, but I’d like them all to take a fork to the eye. I think I’ve spent more time on hold than I’ve actually spent speaking to someone. Now I’m feelin’ kind of stabby.
I’m gonna do my best to post once each weekday next month, even though I suppose I’m just a little early for NaPoBloMo in November. I’ve been too sparse, and we all like to have a little bit to read at work, don’t we?
Today the government finally released the “National Do Not Call List” registration, and hot damn did I get right on that list. I can’t stand telemarketers! I couldn’t even stand calling people when I worked for charities! Okay, charities aren’t included, but I’m pretty sure anyone who has had to do a job where you have to try and “sell” things to people, you just get abused on the phone all day. Can we just go our separate ways?! A divorce from solicitation phone calls?
Speaking of solicitation, I saw quite the pantless hooker last night…IN YALETOWN. Come on now, in Yaletown they pay for fancy hookers, or “Escorts” as the *classier* of the John’s would call them. Which, I think I saw one waiting for a dude the other day in the lobby. Man, the sex workers are thriving with lubricants in Vancouver! Anyhooker, the “lady of the night” that I saw, was wearing a leather jacket, cropped white top, and panties. Did I forget pants? NO! THERE WEREN’T ANY! And to top it off, she was workin’ it outside of a Staples Business Depot. Niiiiiiiiiice.