I pay most of my bills online. Today, I was unable to pay three of them – this has never happened before. One site locked me out after an incorrect password entry, another’s database was down, and a third was in restricted status because I haven’t made a payment in three months – oops.
This bothers me terribly, because now these institutions expect me to call them. And speak with them. On the phone.
I hate calling places, which is why I pay all my bills online (except three that don’t accept online payments, and for those I usually drop checks off in drop boxes after the businesses are closed). I’d rather pull my nails out with pliers while holding my hands submerged in a vat of boiling Mercurochrome than call a company and discuss, with some unholy bitch, why I haven’t paid them in three months or why I typed my password in wrong or why their web site won’t take my damn money.
Voice communication with vendors is so last century.
I’ll be playing this Friday night at Revelations with Jonas Magram and the Seventh Ray. This will be a reprise of