Wish the bastards would ever hear me ranting when -- while their bloody inefficiency keeps me hanging for forty minutes or and hour, usually at a Dollar a minute from the far abroad -- their arrogantly-insulting bloody recorded message tells me that my call is "very important" to whoever the Hell they are!
Remember when it used to be music on hold? Now it's music interrupted every twenty seconds by a recorded voice asking if you knew you can access help through their piece-o-crap website that is just real enough for a half a second to fool you into thinking "Hey, someone's answering!" No, they aren't.