Damned Telus. They're the local phone company 'round these parts, and I need phone service in my new apartment. Because of my need for this phone service, I made a special trip yesterday on my one day off to go get it set up in person in case I need to pay a deposit or anything.
I get there, and the woman takes my information then goes to call their credit department to approve me, but she can't get through. She sends them an e-mail, then asks me if I have any shopping to get done (it's in a mall). Yes, actually, I do. I need draperies for my windows, and a new pair of jeans. Not a problem, I'll go get it done.
After I'm done what I need to do, with no luck finding curtains that will hold the necessary hooks for the rods in the apartment may I had, an increasingly frustrating problem, I come back to get my phone service set up. She still can't get through to the credit department. Damn. Okay, I'm hungry anyway, I'll go get something to eat then come back. She let me know she wouldn't be there, but her co-workers are aware of the situation and will know who I am.
At this point, I'd just like to share how I think A&W makes some of the best burgers out there, probably my favourite out of any fast food company. They also have very good gravy. Not as good as KFC, but it goes better with beef than the chicken company's would. Of course, when eating at A&W I always have root beer because frankly, that's their signature item and why would you drink anything else there?
With a tummy full of A&W goodness, I go back to Telus. Sure enough, the woman I was dealing with gone as she said she would be. The woman I end up speaking to has no idea who I am, but speaks to a man nearby who does. What do they tell me? That the credit department is now closed, I will have to call on Tuesday (Monday being a statuatory holiday in Canada).
Damn them all to hell.
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by Tabby at 5/22/2004 11:56:00 a.m.
