I try not to be a hater...

but inevitably she calls just as I’ve plugged in my iron, tuned into the latest podcast of This American Life, and picked up my sharpest scissors for a serious work session.  Rinnnggg, Rinnng, “Hello?” I say.  “Hi, this is Rachel at card holder services.” (you can’t interupt at this point, she’s a recording) “there is no problem with your current credit card.”  That’s about as far as it goes before I hang up on her.  But she’s already broken the spell and I have to begin again like my dog situating herself on her pillow, turning, pushing, turning again before I can resume working.  That rant ranted, I am thinking of making commemorative bowls or t-shirts that say I Hate Rachel at Card Holder Services.  Place your orders now.