Archive for June, 2008
June 30 2008: Someday, My Prince Will Come
I watched Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs again today, in a vain attempt to reconnect to my childhood. It should be noted that a large part of it was made up of endless re-viewings of my VHS copy of the movie, memorising every line and fantasising that some day, I too would be awakened with a kiss from a dream prince who would sweep me off my feet and away to a kingdom far away. Often, this prince would take the guise of Prince Harry.
With that said though, I wonder how many young girls were also fooled by this fairytale ending…by any fairytale ending. How many, after watching Disney movies, have grown up to believe that their prince will still come to find them despite evidence to the contrary (e.g. divorce rates)?
Some day my prince will come
Some day we’ll meet again
And away to his castle we’ll go
To be happy forever I know
Some day when spring is here
We’ll find our love anew
And the birds will sing
And wedding bells will ring
Some day when my dreams come true
But don’t we as grown women still dream of the fairytale ending? Why do romantic movies with predictable endings of the lovers reuniting do so well at the box office? Why does Disney continue to profit off the fairytale ending with movies like Enchanted? Why are the concepts of true love and soul mates still so revered?
But the most important question: why does this imaginary prince of mine still take the guise of Prince Harry, and why hasn’t he come for me yet?
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June 29 2008: They May Have Made A Small Mistake
Um, yes, about that…
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June 27 2008: Call Centre Workers, I Spit On You
I spent half an hour on the phone to my internet provider early this morning. And yes, now that you’ve read the first sentence, you should know that it’s the precursor to an entire entry ranting about the incompetence of call centre staff. FUCK YOU if you work in a call centre. You may be a necessary evil, but that doesn’t negate the fact that you’re pure evil. (I’m kidding. I love you, really. Have a cookie that may or may not be laced with arsenic.)
The problem started late last night, at about midnight. Suddenly disconnected from the Internet, I dismissed it as a minor issue that would be sorted by unplugging my modem for a minute the following morning, and went to bed. However, attempting to connect the following morning (today!) for a quick check of my email revealed the sheer gravity of the situation. I simply was not connecting to the Internet. Having ascertained that it wasn’t:
- A short disconnection (I restarted both my laptop and the modem)
- A wireless connection issue (I stuck in the cable)
Or essentially, it was clear that there wasn’t a problem with either my laptop or the modem. It was a problem on the side of the internet company. Cue complaining phone call. Then, cue twenty minutes of an incompetent girl running me through everything I’d already done prior to calling, to ascertain that it wasn’t that it wasn’t a problem on my side. Cue her putting me on hold for ten minutes, Cue me demanding to speak to her supervisor. Cue her supervisor coming on the line, to tell me that he was going to restart the connection on their side to see if it would fix the issue. Cue the connection problems being resolved ten seconds after he restarted the connection on their side.
“So, essentially I’ve spent half an hour on the phone to your company when it was an issue on your side that took ten seconds to fix?”
“Ehehehehehehe. Yeah, when you put it like that.”
I would have laughed, because it was such a ludicrously simple fix in the end, but really, all I wanted was to rip off his balls and feed them to a stray dog. The fact that it happened to me, and that it wasn’t an anecdote about someone else’s experience means that it is automatically not funny. In fact, it’s quite firmly a disappointing reflection of the sheer incompetence of some of those employed at call centres. Anyone up for a spot of genocide?
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