I know all too well that you're not in the employ of the Great Ones—and I thank you for your replies, which obliges me to reciprocate with equal verbosity.
Unless, of course, sarcasm has been elevated to a salaried profession, in which cases some here will earn a pension in irony.
And Sky? Sky wouldn’t recognize customer communication if it pirouetted past them in sequined regalia, trailing neon smoke and belting “Hanging on the Telephone” by Blondie with operatic fervor.
If they truly cared, there’d be a delegate present—someone with a name badge, a headset, and perhaps even a rudimentary grasp of empathy and could actually press the picard of all buttons and "make it so" for some not all as there is no magic and I’m fresh out of wands, and the only thing disappearing around here is accountability.
Why do I post? Not because I anticipate a reply—heavens no. That would require the existence of a functioning auditory apparatus on their end, and I suspect that department was quietly mothballed during a budget cut. I post so others may witness the spectacle: the so-called “great customer service” is, in truth, a masterclass in performative indifference.
So here I am, stretching my vocabulary like it’s doing yoga , keeping the ol’ grey matter limber.
