Is it just Me?

Hi there Cuties,

Happy Hump day (yes, I wrote this on Wednesday).

There are some things that really creep me out or make me scratch my head.  

Does any of this ring a bell with you?

On Facebook I keep getting these posts attached as a comment to something I have either posted or shared and they all come from strangers who end up asking me to send them a friend request.

Here is one.

"Apologies for dropping this here but it feels too great to visit your timeline, I always enjoy what you share here on Facebook but we're not friends yet, I have tried several times to send the friend request but it's not going through.  Do you mind trying from your side? I will be happy to be friends with you. please kindly send me a friend request, If you find the message embarrassing please pardon my manners Thank you."

I have gotten several of these over the last couple of months, all with different names and although the words are different they all say basically the same.

1.  Love your shit.

2.  Send me a friend request.

This does not slow down the endless grind of weird dudes sending me friend requests or unsolicited instant messages. 

It is clear that none of these creeper clowns have read my profile.

Go figure.

Here is another.

Having to call a company I have an account with over the phone.

Now let me be the first to admit that I have a bit of a deep voice.  Not as bad as Alan Rickman or James Earl Jones so I don't go off on people when they initially miss gender me.  But if they keep it up, stand the fuck by.

Such was the case one fine sunny weekday morning when the Metro PCS website kept rejecting my payment for some reason.

I won't bore you with all of the back and forth but the first operator insisted on calling me sir in spite of my very polite request to either use female pronouns or refrain from using them all together.  It got so frustrating that I started to "Sir" her back to which she took great offense and said "You don't have to be insulting SIR!".

I demanded to speak to her supervisor, hoping that I would at least get someone to whom English was their primary language but no such luck.  Instead I got another meat stick female who seemed to be following the same scripts as the first one with the same accent.

Another supervisor.

This one had a brain and started by apologizing for the previous operators and promising they would put a note in my file.

WTF?

I had to go through burning hoops just to get my name changed with this company.  I had to provide a copy of my court ordered name change as well as my previous driver's license and my current one. 

Don't get me wrong, but I have a great deal of sympathy for telephone workers since I spent eight months on the phones myself (and not the 900 numbers either).

Like I tried to explain to these people.  If you can't get the pronouns right, don't use any at all.

Enough of my bitching (at least for today).

Till next time.

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