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Phone tree rant

Okay… Here it goes.

World, pay attention

If you have someone on hold for more than 2 minutes. No matter how many times your automated voice tells us:

  1. You appreciate our patience
  2. Our call is important to you
  3. Your agents are busy helping other customers

It does not mean:

  • That you actually care about us beyond an income source
  • You appreciate anything beyond which hold music you choose to entertain us
  • Your outsourced, english mangling, under paid, phone drones, are actually supplying help

World: And I am speaking to you Corporate America:

If you really are sorry to keep us on hold….
HIRE MORE PEOPLE AND BUY MORE PHONE LINES

If you really want to help us….Stop using phone trees that lead only to forons (foreign morons) reading a script.
And most importantly… Give us a direct line to the person who will fix the problem instead of transfering us 5 times to 4 forons who will transfer us to the person who has no direct phone number

I got to talk to 4 people with hindu accents that finally transfered me to a woman in a tacoma regional station to set up a house call because our tv is out.

Total phone time for this adventure:
5 calls, 2 transfers to busy signals, 1 transfer to 30 minutes hold time and a disconnect, 1 transfer to an unattended headset.

Total time on phone: 48 minutes 35 seconds.

Total times automated voice told my patience was appreciated: 37

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I love writing these kinds of rants. They are never aimed at a goal. There is typically a motivation that gets me riled. Then I start writing. I express my gut feeling. Sometimes it leads me off the topic onto another one that may or may not seem related to anyone but me. I will admit that the sentence structure may have errors. (I think and write as I would speak and therefore use punctuation…. um creatively.) So, I nerble my ramblings in journal form. Pulling on dogma and writings that I (at the time of writing) put credibility and support into my opinions. Then I post.

The result is that some people comment. Some do not understand a phrase fragment I’ve dropped and I go back and restate it in English. Some immediately rip apart my ‘train of thought’ logic and I happily open a debate or say, “Gosh, that makes sense.” And some read one line that was meant as a humourous “one-off” and focus on that. Regardless, I put these here because it’s how I feel and how my mind (sorta) works (if we can call it working). It’s a public statement and any person can respond in any way that they will.

So, now that those of you who haven’t seen one of these things before have been warned….

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Currently, on one of my boards is a debate over whether a magickal organization should pay attention to its financial state. This includes such things as maintaining a tax exempt status, realizing its assets, and growing its base of operations.

Ugh… sounds very corporate. Some have gone so far as to use phrases like, “Sucking the magick out.” You see, in many traditions, money has this grubby and dirty connotation. If we invest ourselves in material possessions we cheapen ourselves and loose our spirituality.

Obviously, this explains why the monks and the priests and the hoo-hah out there need renunciation. Renunciate, renunciate, renunciate. Preach it with me. See the mystical figure chanting it much like Ballmer preaching to the developers.

I look at this and think simply… Bugger that

Let’s go back to magick 101…

There is one feature about my mother I don’t talk about often. It’s a trait that annoyed me as a child. She had no respect for people who wouldn’t follow her whims. She would more often than naught treat clerks badly. It was a “spoiled rich” mentality. She would be mean and she would climb the food chain until she got what she demanded.

I don’t like to identify with my mother as mostly everyone who knows me knows.

However.

You do not screw with me or those close to me. Especially those close to me. The difference between me and my mother is that it takes me a lot of consideration before I cross the line into the attack.

When I do find myself crossing this line it is a side of me that I let out in full force. I have no qualms about bringing in the absolute darkest sides of myself and taking down anyone that gets in the way.

To me it becomes war. To me it becomes the challenge of putting what is right back to where it should be.

Is it irrational… I don’t know. I hope not. I know when to walk away from a fight and more often than naught it has been far long after those around me have told me to stop. But in many of the cases that I have been told that I’m taking it too far… I have wound up being correct and winning.

And to me it’s not a question of winning, it’s a question of fighting the fight with everything I have until my perceptions are changed.

The point is for me. The battle is now on. I have a fight that I have been forced into. For better or worse, it is my nature. (Hell 5 signs in Aries including Sun, Ascendant, and Saturn…)

“Never start a fight, but always finish it.”

I am Aries, I am Ares, I am Shiva

I have no patience for systems that are broken and refuse to be fixed.

Edit:2005.06.16: This post was friends only. It is now public. I can’t find a good reason that it should be kept from general consumption.