I Would Like the Padding in my Cell to be Pink

I am writing this post from Hell.  Ava thinks Hell is a 4th grade holiday concert, but I’ll bet Ed will agree with me that Hell is actually talking to a cell phone company.

I got my cell phone bill today.  It is 418.68.  After the paramedics used the defibrillators on me, I got on the phone with the “Customer Care Department”.  HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA.  This trend in naming departments and their employees absolutely slays me.  Do they really thing that naming it Customer Care will convince me that they:

A. Know what they are doing?

B. Really care about making you happy while they’re making minimum wage.

The answer is unequivicably NO.   As I write this, I’ve already been transferred 3 times and sat on the phone 47:01.  That’s 47 minutes of my life I’m never getting back. 

Other things I could be doing with 47 minutes that would be LESS stressfull than talking to my cell phone company:

A root canal, child birth, giving birth while having a root canal, hiding in a bathtub during a tornado, grocery shopping with my kids.

Deep cleansing breaths…………..Namaste.

I have been assured that the bill has been rectified.  Who would like to lay odds with me that I’ll be calling Sprint in about 30 more days and blogging about it?