You may have realised by now that sometimes, once every so often, I get a little...peeved at things. If you enjoyed rants of rage then this is your lucky day. If you don't you are seriously in the wrong place. Have the Care Bears write a blog. It would be more up your alley.
Straight to the point. Have you ever had to call your network provider for your mobile? If you haven't, NEVER GET A CONTRACT because then you might want to retrieve your old number. It is the biggest hassle in existence. I had to make 4 phone calls to 2 service providers because the first guy at, well let's call them O3. The guy at O3 gave me the wrong code to do it so I had to call them a second time. The second guy sounded like a broken, talking Ken doll. Every time I read out a section of my mobile number said "Yeah" with the exact same inflection each time.
Now you could be reading that and thinking that that is normal and we all do that when writing down something called out over the phone. But at this point, the guy got it into his head that I was getting pissed off at him. Literally out of no where he said "I'm not trying to have a go at you" This made me want to kill this man. And so when he said "yeah" all those times in that inflection I was annoyed and so got the idea he felt he was winning by hearing the phone number correctly. No, I am not insane and paranoid so get those thoughts out of your head.
It's his fault for choosing that profession where anger is born. It's the kind of job that creates serial killers on both side of the phone line.
For that matter, who the hell chooses to work there. I mean what kind of broken lifeless 6 year old stands up in class and says "I want to be a phone line operator for O3 when I'm older" A 6 year old who was given an abacus and a book on Accounting for his birthday that's who.
However the other network operator was perfectly helpful and made no mistakes whilst explaining the process. After a bit of chat with Dan (oh yeah. He was so helpful, I remembered his name) I hung up with the sickly mixture of regret at having rang in the first place, accomplishment and annoyance at the Ken doll operator.
Moral of the story, If you ever befriend somebody who works as a network service operator, WALK AWAY FROM THEM. Quickly. Because if you need to ring your operator and they pick up, you will hang up hating them. True Story

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