Some young fellow from Stoke on Trent helped me get forty quid a month off my mobile phone bill. I couldn’t quite believe it. I’d tried the Vodafone store on the King’s Road, knowing I have been overpaying for months, and they just did all they could to lock me in for ages at a punishing rate. Inevitably it was the “I’m thinking of leaving Vodafone” option that got me the best shot. It’ll make a lot of difference to me that forty quid. Good on that lad. He trained as an actor.
It takes a good person sometimes to break the customer out of overpayment once they are there. Loyal customers who haven’t switched provider for years are probably on charts in the boardroom with tags like “Blood Bank”. It used to be that loyalty was rewarded, but usually nowadays it’s tested to destruction in the name of profit. We all have to play the market now. I just don’t particularly want to switch provider as I know some friends of mine struggle with signal in my flat.
A reasonably quiet day today, winding back the spring. I saw an old friend for dinner. We went to Durbar in Notting Hill which is an old unlicensed Indian Restaurant, affordable and friendly. We ate very well for not much. I shouldn’t eat out really while my finances feel so unstable, but life is life and friends are friends. I’d sooner spend it on curry than give it to Vodafone for literally nothing different.
One thing I noticed is that “Device Care” was on my old contract. Did I have some sort of PPE phone insurance package that some unscrupulous pigfucker bundled on? Very likely. We all know that nobody can read all the terms and conditions we agree to. Some of them change every week or so and all of them are acres long. You’d have to be obsessive and bored to have read even a quarter of what you’ve agreed to. So unscrupulous businesses (aka businesses) can sneak in what they want to.
Some Cyclops in America tried to troll me on the old book of idiots for pointing out that an AI post was AI. It made me realise how lucky I am to have so much going on. I thought we were having a conversation and suddenly he came in with loads of very odd unpleasantly reactive stuff. It made me look him up and looking him up made me sad. I guess these lonely souls are the people the demagogues are appealing to – an illusion of strength, a hearkening back to some lost halcyon time that never actually existed.
Life is big and weird, and it’s great now too just as it was great then and will continue to be great without anyone making it great for you. You just have to look for the light and remember that you’re the only one that can truly frame your stuff.
Let’s all keep being big and weird and goofy when we can, and try not to be rude to strangers across the world just because we’re sad.
AlBarclay 