You know how something will piss you off and you think to yourself, “Hey, I’m sick of this bullshit, I’m going to call these people and give them a piece of my mind!”?
And then you call and you start telling the guy why you’re so pissed off and then halfway through you start wondering why the hell you bothered?
He couldn’t care less, he’s not the guy who did it. He’s not going to pass along your complaints. Nobody cares. Plus, you sound like a baby, because, in reality, it’s not a big deal, all things considered.
A few weeks ago, I got a new credit card from Chase. The weird thing is, I didn’t need one. Mine had a year to go before it expired. I had been meaning to go through all my mail and stuff, so today I put that in the “to-do” pile and when I got to the card, I called the number to activate it.
Which is when I discovered why they sent me a new card. Same exact card. Not an upgrade. They just want you to call so they can try to sell you their fraud protection and a whole bunch of other bullshit you don’t need and doesn’t do what they promise anyway.
I was really pissed off at this. I wanted to cancel the whole thing and just keep using my old card, just to be a dick, but of course, you can’t. It’s too late and you’re only talking to a robot anyway.
By the time I went to peel the sticker off and saw it leave a sticky residue all over the front of my card, I had really had it!
Boy howdy, I called them up and really aired my grievances! Until the remorse and regret mentioned above kicked in.
All in all, it was the 3rd worst birthday I ever had.