Well, it's not a "great plan" fuck head. And you and your MBA can burn in hell!!!
Sorry, I had to clear my throat.
This time I was careful. I read every fucking word they sent me, twice. I went online and requested my visa card (wasn't really that hard, still, why didn't they just send it!). And, the guy I had talked with when I ordered was a US citizen. Now, I'm not prejudice at all, but customer service should be given in the America's by Americans (North, South, Central, etc.) not a call center in Dubai. They might as well use the AT&T robot voices instead, not much difference really, and actually, are more personable than a Grandi monotone voice when you are trying to get a fucking refund -- sorry my Asian friends, we can put the routers and better paying IT stuff over there, just not the people stuff, it's frustrating. Please understand.
So, I watched the first week of footage and was ecstatic, The Raiders Won, Cowboys lost, and everyone stood up for the national anthem. I was happy. But then, yes, this morning I realized I missed a midnight email I got Saturday night from DirectTV thanking me for purchasing the DirectTV Protection Plan:
So I called and went through the five-minute hold before I got a representative named Daniel. He was nice, professional, and spoke good English... unfortunately, I was sure he would transfer me to Dubai or give me a correct 800 number to call. Guess what, he didn't. He took it off and gave me a $50 credit.
Something fishy. I'm on to you AT&T. What's the catch? What have I missed?...
Dare I say, I'm happy with my service so far.