Joy of joys.
Today I am going to waste a few hundred bucks worth of potentially paid time dealing with entirely avoidable **** ups by my ****ing bank (which has lost my ****ing superannuation fund of a rather useful amount, which I didn’t find out about because the ****ing bank bothered to tell me the fund was going to disappear but only because it disappeared from my accounts - ****ing ****s! ); one of my ****ing electricity suppliers (which is threatening to cut off the power to my beach shack because it can’t find the ****ing money I transferred to it over the internet a ****ing month ago); my ****ing mobile phone company which is threatening to cut off my various phones because I haven’t paid the bill I haven’t received; and the same moronic ****ing mobile phone company which wants money for my newest phone on a single rate which, despite specific arrangements to the contrary, isn’t on the lower bulk plan for my other mobile phones which I carefully arranged in a tedious half hour conversation with Ranjit or Gupta or some other **** in Calcutta or Delhi or wherever.
If any small business operated the way major corporations run their ****ed up and arrogant operations, they’d have no customers.
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