Showing posts with label money. Show all posts
Showing posts with label money. Show all posts

Monday, November 23, 2009

Cable Companies


OK, I’m fired up. Is there anything worse in our consumer-driven society than cable companies and/or TV networks? I mean, come on, these things must have been created by Lucifer himself. Other than, perhaps, cell phone companies, there aren’t too many businesses that can get away with completely screwing up, not delivering a product at times, and then still over charging you for that product no matter what. Confused? I’ll explain:

A very short time ago my cable went out. It was a Sunday, and anyone who knows me personally knows that Sunday is TV day for me. I start off the day with a recap of the week’s sports on SportsCenter, and then I proceed to watch copious amounts of NFL football. By the end of the day, my wife and I are glued to the Sunday night lineup on HBO. Now, other than the HBO, these Sunday programs are live, thus I cannot watch them in real time EVER again. Missing these programs means my whole day is ruined, in terms of TV watching. Now, I understand that I can go outside and find something productive to do. Additionally, I realize that I could be using that time to read a book, or grade papers; but, filling the time void is not the point of my frustration. Instead, I get angry because not only did I set aside that time for TV viewing, but I PAY A RIDICULOUS AMOUNT OF MONEY FOR MY CABLE!

So, thinking logically, I call my cable company to get some answers as to why my cable isn’t working. Being a Sunday, it takes me about 30 painful minutes of pressing countless buttons; listening to every direction in Spanish first, then English; transferring from sales to customer service; and then finally listening to terrible music, which is occasionally interrupted by a spoken ad that happens to be 10 decibels louder than the music, while I hold for the next available representative. Eventually, I finally reach Beelzebub on the other line and I state my problem:

“Hi, Beelzebub. My cable seems to be out. Is there anything I can do to fix this?”

“Hmm, let me see. What area do you live in?”

I tell her.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. We have some reported outages in that area,” she responds as if it is no big deal and a burden for her to look it up.

“OK. Is it going to be fixed?”

“Well, sir, it’s Sunday, so there’s a chance that they won’t get to it until tomorrow.”

I know it’s Sunday, bitch; that’s why I’m pissed – I think this.

“Really? So, you’re telling me I have no TV for today?”

“Well, no cable.”

I’m gonna break your face, smart ass. – Again, I think this.

“And this is supposed to be OK?”

“They’re going to try their best, sir.”

“OK. Well, I guess there’s nothing I can do. But, is there going to be some sort of compensation for this?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, am I going to have a discounted bill or maybe a free station for a few days?”

She giggles, “not that I know of.”

“Well, that doesn’t seem fair. If I had an emergency and had to withhold my bill for a few days, I would have a penalty wouldn’t I?”

“Probably, but that’s just not how it works, sir.”

Now, I’m going to stop right there, because this is the line that really bothers me. Why isn’t that the way it works? I mean, I pay well over one hundred dollars for my digital cable lineup (complete with HD, DVR, and HBO). So, why shouldn’t I be entitled to some level of compensation when the cable company has a problem? Like I told Beelzebub, I would have to pay if it were my mistake. Instead, I’m forced to jump hoop after hoop just to another human who acts like I’m the one who has made a mistake the entire time we chat.

This scenario is one that drives me nuts. I had a similar encounter with my phone company once, as well, when my texting capabilities went out for a few days. And again, I bargained for some sort of restitution from the company, but it was all to no avail. I had lost out to the man again.

Needless to say, I hate Lucifer and his disciples known as cable company employees. One day I will no longer be held back by the constraints of the fat rich men who own these companies. Until then, I guess I’ll just keep bitching.

Idiots.

Friday, January 2, 2009

The Idiot of the year...

Wow! 2008 was the craziest year that I have ever experienced. For starters, I finished my first full year of real work. Then, I got married. Yup, I took the plunge. It only seemed natural. After all, I had been dating my girlfriend for close to a decade. However, I guess I underestimated just how consumer-driven and capitalistic the wedding industry is.
For starters, holy shit does it cost a lot to have a wedding! Halls, chapels, pictures, flowers, guests, food, the stupid little things you leave on the tables that no one remembers. It all adds up to a ridiculous sum of money that is mostly never recouped. But, we do it all for love, right? Wrong. We get married for love. We spend obscene amounts of money on weddings, because we're told we need to. It's like we feel obligated to contribute to what is surely a billion dollar industry.
For example, if you simply type "Planning a Wedding" in the Google search engine, the first "non-sponsored" link that comes up is, The Knot.com. Holy hell what a joke this website is. In fact, I don't even know how women search through this damn thing. It's like it's written in another language: advertisements, links to other sites, and wedding jargon. I'm surprised anyone gets any advice at all. But see, I think that's the point. This website guides its surfer through a maze of unwanted material, while at the same time, it ingrains the thoughts of commercial America into the reader's brain. Genius? I suppose so. I fell victim.
You see, I fell into the trap of doing what I was supposed to do. The websites say to get a fancy hall-we got a fancy hall. The websites say to order oodles of flowers for not only the bride, but for every table at the hall-we did that. The websites also say that one is supposed to get a wonderful photographer and order tons of pictures in big fancy books-done.
So here's what it all comes down to: add in music, paper products, church singers blah, blah, blah-you're looking at nearly $30,000. $30 f'ing thousand dollars! What a joke. I would have rather taken the thirty thousand, whisked my wife-to-be off on a trip to... anywhere, and have a romantic getaway. But no, we spent tens of thousands of dollars on a lot of unnecessary things because we were supposed to.
I guess you could say that the idiot of the year then is: Me. Not because I got married-I love my wife. But because I allowed myself to fall victim to one of the biggest rip-offs in our modern society.

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