Note to readers: I started this piece a week ago. I'm posting it today because it's ironic. Stay tuned for an update this evening.
I'm on hold right now with Amtrak trying to get a receipt for train travel. Not a problem. I don't mind that. It's part of my job. What I do mind, however, is hold music. Hideous, voluminous hold music. Hold music is evil set to notes. At volumes that the American College of Audiology no doubt discourages. In ranges that are a violation of the Geneva Convention Accords prohibiting torture of enemy and non-enemy combatants. With variations that range from schmaltzy and saccharine to new-age-overboard.
Hold music seems to be regional, too, I've noted. For example, on the East Coast, it's chipper and upbeat, but harried and high volume. In the Midwest, it's Vivaldi or some pseudo-oratorial fugue. In the Southwest, it's radio or Christian music. On the West Coast, it's either psychedelic meets Starbucks or new age Zen nature sounds.
Regardless of what it is, it's annoying as hell. Couple it with a voice that comes on every few minutes to assure you that your call is important and they appreciate you holding because someone will be with you momentarily, or the voice that tells you all agents are busy and your wait time is nine minutes, 44 seconds, and it's enough to make any reasonably sane person stark raving mad.
I've become adept at pressing "0" or "*" or "#" or multiple zeros in an effort to reach a live person. When I do reach a real, living, breathing, carbon unit humanoid I'm ecstatic! I'm a huge believer in human-to-human customer service. In addition to hold music, there's nothing more grating than prompts and pushing a series of buttons to get to whatever it is you wanted. By the time you do get to the menu option you need--and if you're lucky enough to actually make contact with a living, breathing person--you've forgotten the carefully crafted message you wished to convey in a effort to get what you need.
The utility companies are the very worst, in my opinion. Followed by the airlines, government agencies, and doctors' offices, in that order. The appallingly worst, though, is when you call 911 and you're put on hold. What the fuck is up with that?!! You're bleeding to death / are being robbed / have just witnessed an accident / kitchen is on fire / pick-your-disaster. You pick up the phone while trying to remain calm. You dial 9-1-1 and get this: "Thank you for calling the 911 Emergency Call Line. Due to heavy call volume, your wait time will be 3 minutes, 15 seconds. Please hold and a dispatcher will be with you shortly." Oh.my.God. Are you kidding me? Of all times NOT to be placed on hold, this would be the most important.
Seriously. I think the next time a cop pulls me over for speeding or whatever, I'm going to crack the window and say, "Thank you for pulling me over. Due to heavy NPR listening right now, all violators are engaged. Your time is very important to me. Please hold and the next available licensed driver will be with you in 5 minutes, 27 seconds. Thank you for your patience..."
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