Rantings of a Fed Up, On Hold Forever Customer!!!!!!

“Please hold and your call will be answered in the order it was received!” *insert annoying as hell music and a hold time of roughly twenty minutes plus twenty minutes plus twenty minutes plus. . .*

Ugh.  I’m not going to reveal the company I have been a customer for over fifteen years and have spent way too much time on the phone with (okay, I lied, it’s SPRINT).  Hours and hours and hours since the beginning of April trying to get something resolved (which I am currently on hold for, AGAIN) and in suspense to find out if it has been taken care of.  I’m just a wee bit frustrated.  Oh yeah, no lying, a LOT frustrated!  Oh yay! It’s still not settled and I get to wait some more to speak with another supervisor!  And then another 48 hours to find out if it’s really been worked out! And another two billing cycles to see if if the mistake is fixed!  I don’t need to write, really.  I’m having too much fun talking to reps around the world. 

“Have I resolved your issue?”  gazillionth rep asked.

“No offense to you but I will believe it when I see it.” 

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to put you on hold so you can speak with my supervisor.”

*me nearly pulling hair out*

Yeah, just a little redness creeping in.  I’m done ranting now.  Of course, had I been enjoying a large, Christmas mug full of coffee, there is a great possibility this blustering storm would not have made it onto my comp screen :-) .  So you say it’s good I can’t drink my coffee because I write more?  Say it again.  . .to my face . . . after over a week of deprivation and after being on hold for a ¼ of the month. . . I dare you ;-) !

Soul Mates

If soul mates do exist, then Elizabeth Barrett Browning and her husband, Robert, seemed to have been such.  Elizabeth penned possibly my favorite poem (number 43) from her Sonnets of the Portuguese.  We’re still celebrating Poetry Month so here you are!

 

 

 

 

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of everyday’s

Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.

I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;

I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death.

 ~Elizabeth Barrett Browning