If I find myself feeling elevated by a company screwing me, I always start my call by telling the customer service agent that any frustration on my part isn’t directed at them, but at the company and their policies, things I understand they have zero control over. If they’re obviously foreign, I try to make clear that I think it’s an injustice that they’re paid less than their US counterparts and that I think they should be paid the US equivalent, because them being from another country does not make them any less of a human being deserving of basic respect and dignity.

Usually, having gotten that spiel out of the way at the beginning of the call, they are pretty understanding and by the time I’m done explaining I’m less elevated. If you’re frustrated, it helps to keep in mind the power structures at play and direct your frustration and anger at the correct parties: the corporate suits who use customer service lines to screw with customers and avoid ever having to hear a customer complaint themselves.

What I really want is the corporate phone numbers so I can call the fucking jackass CEO at home and direct my fuming fucking self-righteous anger right under his stupid worthless ass. Because I’m well aware that they record calls and don’t give one flying fuck about our complaints. They don’t listen, they don’t care. They’ll care when I’m blowing up their personal phone at 3am demanding them to fix the fucking issue.