Saturday, October 31, 2015
A plot. To drive me crazy.
I like dealing directly. With real live human beings. One on one. But
too often I'm shunted aside. Asked via a recording. To punch in numbers.
And I'm channeled. From one robot to another and another. With no
opportunity to talk to a real person. It's very frustrating. Because the
robots too often aren't programmed to answer my legitimate
inquiries/questions. Occasionally, I'm given the option. To hang on.
For an opportunity to speak to a living, breathing hombre. And I
rejoice. But most times, that doesn't happen. I'm left in limbo. To
cavort with inhumane robots. Programmed to annoy me. Maybe it's a plot.
To drive me crazy. --Jim Broede
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