Valued customer is a loading screen
I have discovered, through rigorous Thursday-night research, that I only want to deal with Fortune 500 customer support when I am at least a little drunk. Not wrecked. Not “send three paragraphs to the wrong group chat” drunk. Just tilted enough that the whole thing becomes funny before it becomes spiritually expensive. This is not life advice. This is barely even a coping strategy. It is more like finding out that a terrible chair becomes usable if you sit in it sideways. ...