A Danae of All Trades

I would just like to say here that I HATE CUSTOMER SERVICE CRAP.

I hate the phone systems, especially the ones that talk to me and expect me to talk back. I hate the crappy excuse for customer service where they paste a response that is vaguely related to your email and shoot it off, all politely packaged with thank yous and niceties but not providing ANY useful information. WHY ARE YOU BOTHERING?!

I would also like to take this opportunity to thank those customer service reps who gracefully and competently provide service when the customer aka me is already pissed off by other negative customer service experiences from earlier that day. Your patience and competence in the face of adversity is impressive and saintly.

I don't have road rage, I have customer service rage. Rarrrr.

A note from a hormonal and irritable danaeris:

A number of you just jumped up and down on several of my hot buttons at the same time. So let's have a summary of what not to do:

(1) Don't give me advice on exercise or diet (and possibly on mental health) unless I ask for it.
(2) Don't tell me something that is common knowledge. Really, if it has to do with dieting or exercise, I already know it. As do most people you probably know who have ever worried about dieting even a little. While others may not be as touchy as me about this, you're still probably telling them nothing new. Things that fall into this category:
-Weight fluctuates from day to day, and there's no reason to freak out over a fluctuation
-Weight is not an ideal measure of health, and really what you want to monitor is body fat content, or inches around the waist, or somesuch
-there are others, but none spring to mind at the moment.
(3) Don't treat my feelings like they are rational when I've stated that it is irrational. I know all the reasons I shouldn't feel it. But I still feel it. And I still post about it. The proper way to respond to this is to ignore the post, or comment in a sympathetic fashion. Advice is anti-welcome at this point. In fact, if I say something that implies that my negative feelings are in conflict with my intellect, this is the WORST time to offer advice about why I shouldn't feel bad, because the mention of conflict with intellect should tell you that I already know whatever you're going to tell me.

I'm sure there should be more ranting in here. Maybe I should add something about terrorism for good measure? Or possibly the donut conspiracy.

This rant was brought to you by the birth control pill Alesse, Paxil withdrawal, low-blood sugar, and danaeris' lack of self control.