I phoned up the-soon-to-be-non-existent Western Power to make a late credit card payment today. To get to the credit card payment section the phone system rapidly routes you through about five different departments, each playing their own Mozart CD as hold music. It’s like listening to the Mozart Mega Mix.
Sleep deprivation and work stress levels approaching critical. I’ll explain later, assuming I don’t die first.
(Oh, and I have to work tomorrow – Serenity now! Serenity now!)
