Stupid bastards. I purchased some beer for my respite weekend, because if I don't live up to my stereotype as a worthless welfare recipient by spending disability money on alcohol, who's gonna? I try to be a diligent and simple man. Anyway it's time to pay my internet bill. I logged in to their website and realized that their billing info no longer matches my bank account. So I've spent hours on the internet and on the phone trying to get my information changed, or at least get some assurance that they would change it at some point. And that the account name mismatch wouldn't affect my bill.
I finally got help from their chatroom thing, and I have to go in in person tomorrow or monday to show them proof and sign stuff. I got it solved. But I was so miserable during this that I plowed through too much beer too fast.
Yep. This is their fault. Last time I did this I ended up crying and feeling like a failure, and this time I ended up drunk. Things are looking up.
