Fuckin' Sprint!

I'm so pissed right now, and since my cellular service (and I use the term "service" quite loosely) is fucked, I can't call THEM and bitch so I will bitch here...

For the past couple of weeks we cannot get a good signal on our cell phones at home, in the house. outside in 324 mph winds, sure, inside where it's warm, nope.

Of course, over the summer I gave up my landline, went cellular all the way, was basically paying for a phone I didn't use, and StepSpawn was sneaking on it to call her loser boyfriends, so...away went the landline.

So I called the fucks at Sprint, which I'm assuming is somewhere in Sri Lanka because I cannot seem to get anyone that speaks fucking english, and explain my dismay...

He gives me a couple of things to do, (half of which I don't understand) and sends me on my way.

Worked fine for about, oh, 3 minutes.

So I'm super frustrated today, I call again.

The gal tells me that she'll transfer me over to the help desk, or whatever, so I sit on hold for 9½ minutes...and then it happens-

Beep! Beep! Beep!

I look at the phone... Signal Faded

You've got to be fuckin' kidding??? 9½ minutes I will never get back, and my cocksucking phone still doesn't work!!

So I just shot off an email, which I'm sure I'll get no response to, but oh well, had to try.
I guess I'll drive around in my car tomorrow trying to get the help desk on the G.D. P.O.S. phone!!!