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ugh Fidelis called me again and I picked up because I was driving so I couldn’t see who it was and was worried it was work. (I have a bluetooth thingy built into my car and it’s easier to pick up than not.)
They were like “the social media team said you had questions about your plan!”
I said, “I have already decided to leave your company, your policies are bigoted and obnoxious and I’ve told the whole Internet about them, and also it’s, pardon my French, really fucking creepy that your social media team cyberstalked me to find out my policy number and phone number from my Twitter handle which had no last name attached, and using which I’d asked them for a method where I could contact them in writing. It’s really fucking gross that they managed to reverse-engineer a phone number out of that somehow, I guess from my first name and location data, and I’m creeped right the hell out, and if that’s the best you can do about being attentive to your customers no goddamn thank you.”
I also said something garbled about my religious freedoms, but I didn’t figure the guy wanted to get a word in edgewise. But I repeated, “Tell your social media department that they’re fucking creeps, and don’t ever call me again!”
And then, on autopilot, I said, “Thanks very much, have a nice day,” and hung up.
I fucking hate the telephone. I also fucking hate Fidelis.
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ugh Fidelis called me again and I picked up because I was driving so I couldn’t see who it was and was worried it was work. (I have a bluetooth thingy built into my car and it’s easier to pick up than not.)
They were like “the social media team said you had questions about your plan!”
I said, “I have already decided to leave your company, your policies are bigoted and obnoxious and I’ve told the whole Internet about them, and also it’s, pardon my French, really fucking creepy that your social media team cyberstalked me to find out my policy number and phone number from my Twitter handle which had no last name attached, and using which I’d asked them for a method where I could contact them in writing. It’s really fucking gross that they managed to reverse-engineer a phone number out of that somehow, I guess from my first name and location data, and I’m creeped right the hell out, and if that’s the best you can do about being attentive to your customers no goddamn thank you.”
I also said something garbled about my religious freedoms, but I didn’t figure the guy wanted to get a word in edgewise. But I repeated, “Tell your social media department that they’re fucking creeps, and don’t ever call me again!”
And then, on autopilot, I said, “Thanks very much, have a nice day,” and hung up.
I fucking hate the telephone. I also fucking hate Fidelis.
(Your picture was not posted)
