First of all, this election is a lot. Trump is still Francis Buxton and I understand why the mood is dark.
Let’s come back to this later.
This month, I've found myself in a position where I need to communicate with upper management in the motor, appliance, and bank sectors.
The calls begin with optimism, an easy touch key menu puts me on hold.
My call is answered: “Hello.”
My call is dropped.
I call again.
This is where the chaos lies.
Getting ahold of the manager.
The transfer to "Managers Lines" always end in one of three ways:
The call will ring to the manager line and suddenly become busy.
They drop my call with nary a trill.
I am transferred to voicemail.
I am curious.
Are there managers?
Are we living Black Mirror?
Back to Trump.
Generation X is here, witnessing the ridicule of Trump from our early years to the present. Trump is just Francis Buxton. We all know this.
Yesterday, while my phone was charging, it rang a strange call.