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cricKet wireless sucKs!Large Tuna’s 84 year old mother (Mom Tuna) recently moved in with us. Now that she’s here with us all the time she no longer needed a cell phone. She had gotten one of cricKet’s cell plans since it was cheap and she only used the phone for emergencies. In February she tried to cancel the service pre-moving in with us…neither customer service phone number on the bill worked.

In March she tried again, this time after a long hold she managed to get through to a customer service representative who found out that she wanted to cancel, asked if she could please hold and then left her on hold for 45 minutes until frustrated as all get out mom finally hung up.

Today we get a bill for two months showing the account as still active! So, I call the number this time ready to give someone a piece of my mind….except…their customer service number never actually connects you to a human…just one automated system after another.

I got online and found their “new business” number which…SURPRISE…someone live answered right away! So I proceeded to explain what was going on and that I needed to cancel this account and their customer service number provided anything but. The lady was nice and gave me some sort of “back door” 866 number to get a live customer service agent.

And I did get a live one…who…in…broken…English…explained…that…she…couldn’t…help…me….but…the…cancellation…department…could. And then she put me on what would break the record for the longest hold I’ve been put on. But I wasn’t getting off the phone without this shit getting done. Finally Elise the cancellation lady, whose English was slightly better than the previous broad’s, came on the phone. For the third time I explained the troubles mom had trying to cancel the account and that I wanted to get this resolved.

She then told me she understood and asked if there was any friend or family member I could think of that I could have take over the account! OMG! Now I had lost all patience and proceeded to Chew. Her. Ass. I couldn’t have been more rude but listening to the same hold music for almost an hour really just put me over the edge. I didn’t find any sane reason that I would curse someone else with shitty customer service and horrible reception…especially someone I actually like and want to remain on speaking terms with.

After a massive reaming from me…which I’m sure she only understood about a quarter of she finally realized it was time to just cut me loose and give me what I wanted in the first place. So at the end of an almost one hour and forty-five minute phone call they finally cancelled the account!

Word to the wise…all the horror stories you hear about cricKet…they are ALL true. Worst company ever.

Or at least get in fu**ing line. I. swear. to. god. Why can’t people fathom getting into a straight line sorted by when you got to the checkout counter? I went to JC Penny’s tonight with mom to do some last minute shopping and you’d think that the whole “line concept” had never been brought to anyone’s attention before. People were just walking up to the cashiers willy-nilly as they pleased and totally cutting off the few of us “line people” who were actually standing in line (!) next to the sign that said “Form Line Here and Wait for the Next Associate”. The lady in front of me might have taken that crap but I sure as hell didn’t when it was my turn. Asshats.

Here’s just a hypothetical *cough*true story*cough* situation…

Say I meet you for the first time and let’s just say you tell me you’re a “hacker”.

And so in JEST I snarkily (it’s a word! No? Ok.) reply

“Oh, so you uh, like, know how to hack Gibsons?”

And you say “Yes.”

And you’re actually serious.

It kinda tips me off that you’re NOT a “hacker”.

And it’s a pretty good bet the conversation is going to halt right there.

And I’m going to pee my pants from laughing so hard.

It boggles my mind that people still watch that damn movie and BELIEVE it.

Normally I try to avoid posting “news” articles but this one is such utter bullshit that I can’t help myself. Most of the stuff below is just an off the cuff rant.
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So in case you’ve been living under a rock I’ve been out of town since Sunday night and have had WordPress auto-publish posts for me whilst Drivin’ Mr. Daddy. I wish I would have had the interwebs available because lotsa stuff happened this week (in no particular order here’s a few for your reading pleasure):

-Old Guy Grabs My Ass in Line at Schlotzsky’s : Ok, now I understand that Wranglers are jeans that make my butt look good. However, this doesn’t give the entire free world license to touch me or my pants…ever. I wear those jeans for work because they are cheap and I prefer not to destroy a $50 pair of pants while doing messy work so I wear $17 jeans. While hanging out in my happy little buggy world ordering my sandwich an old man (and I mean old…we’re talking 80′s+) come up behind me and proceeds to tell me I’m pretty and then grabs my ass as he walks away. Chuck Norris roundhouse kick to the head anyone?

Fucking. Ew.

-Random Homeless Guy Taking a Very Loud Crap in the Public Parking Lot in PLAIN VIEW: Things I NEVER want to be around again….DING DING fucking-DING! I get that you don’t own a toilet man but for fuck sakes go into a convince store and ask to use their can. Or! Or! Or! You could like go somewhere that no one can see or hear you! After I realized what was going on I had a newfound interest in the ground all the way across the lot (and oh what a long walk it was)…my eyes wouldn’t leave my feet.

Fucking. Gross.

-Handmade Soap Arrives: I had ordered a bar of Sweetgrass Cedarwood and Sage handmade soap from Serra last week and it arrived here at my lil’ casa while I was outta town. It was a nice little surprise to come home too, smells wicked awesome and is nice and big so it’ll last me a long ol’ time! If you’re interested in scoring some go watch her blog and she’ll post updates on what stock she has periodically :)

Fucking! Yum! :)

-Cleaning-Impaired Women (and men) : Apparently there’s a whole group of middle aged women who need to get schooled in fucking cleaning supplies and what actually works (I know it can be confusing but what the fuck?). Their grubby apartments attest to the fact that their idea of clean is wipe off the ashtrays with a napkin and call it a day. I spent one whole day teaching these ladies how to clean and what the best stuff is to do it with. I’m thinking of setting it all down into a post because I’m sure at least one person reading this doesn’t know the difference between anti-bacterial and the anti-Christ.

Fucking. Duh.

Ok that’ll have to do for now, I’ve got a fuckton of work to catch up on…TGIF dudes! :)

P.S. And thanks to everyone who wished ol’ pops well, he’s doing great!

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