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Tuesday, May 03, 2005
I usually let my bills accumulate to a point where my desk is littered in past due notices. Takes about 3 months or so before I get cracking on paying. Cause I'm kooky like that.
Anyway, every quarterly, when I do haul ass and make payments to all the institutions where I owe money, I am always un-pleasantly surprised by the assholes and cunts who are hired to be customer service representatives.
They have attitude problems, waste my time (and minutes on precious cell phone), treat me condescendingly, love the hold button excessively, have hearing difficulty, and generally get me so riled up, I decide not to deal with this shit for another 3 or 4 months.
Yeah, I could avoid this by paying on time, but I'm a creature of unfortunate habit.
How is trying to change my online log in information akin to Congress passing a bill?!
I want to shit on Capital One.
4:06 PM
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