Dear every credit card ever,
I just want to activate my credit card. I want to deal with the stupid menu in monotone computer voice saying "If you would prefer a credit card in sea foam green, press 34. If you would prefer a credit card in sparkly pink, please press 35..."
I just get credit cards for travel, airline tickets, big purchases, or strange things/emergencies. Or to buy a lappers with no interest for a year. Other than that, everything goes on the debit card.
I want to activate the card, have it so I can use it, and hang up the phone.
I DO NOT want to hop around the kitchen for twenty minutes, with the landscapers using heavy equipment, the dogs barking at the landscaper, listening to a bored Indian dude and trying really really hard not to pull a Will Lennox "NO! I DON'T WANT a PREMIUM PACKAGE!"
*rawr*
I know the poor telephone dude in Mumbai has a script, it's fucking long. It's meant to bore and berate you into signing up for the damn protection coverage or whatever. But damn. When I say I don't want it, once should be enough. Eight times, having to literally talk over the dude is a pain in my ass.
Watch, I'll still get the stupid package in the mail and have to call again to cancel it. ]x
Credit card companies are smarmy bastards.
No love, Me
I just want to activate my credit card. I want to deal with the stupid menu in monotone computer voice saying "If you would prefer a credit card in sea foam green, press 34. If you would prefer a credit card in sparkly pink, please press 35..."
I just get credit cards for travel, airline tickets, big purchases, or strange things/emergencies. Or to buy a lappers with no interest for a year. Other than that, everything goes on the debit card.
I want to activate the card, have it so I can use it, and hang up the phone.
I DO NOT want to hop around the kitchen for twenty minutes, with the landscapers using heavy equipment, the dogs barking at the landscaper, listening to a bored Indian dude and trying really really hard not to pull a Will Lennox "NO! I DON'T WANT a PREMIUM PACKAGE!"
*rawr*
I know the poor telephone dude in Mumbai has a script, it's fucking long. It's meant to bore and berate you into signing up for the damn protection coverage or whatever. But damn. When I say I don't want it, once should be enough. Eight times, having to literally talk over the dude is a pain in my ass.
Watch, I'll still get the stupid package in the mail and have to call again to cancel it. ]x
Credit card companies are smarmy bastards.
No love, Me