My cell phone is no longer my friend. Not that we've had an argument and fallen out. Or even for that matter that we were particularly intimate in the first place. It's just lost its place in my affection as a result of not caring for me enough.
About half a dozen times in the last week I've received a call out of the blue with the caller ID of "unknown". Each time, silence at the other end. And each time the caller drops the call the moment I speak.
A rogue telemarketer system? A war-dialing trojan PC? Who knows.
So, I called my cell phone company's customer service. I won't name them, because I suspect they're all equally useless, and it is unfair to pick on one. The only two options they give me are to change my number or report the incidents to the police. No ability to trace the caller, block the caller, or even screen out calls without a caller ID. I'm at their mercy, and they don't have any mercy in stock.
I hate it so much. The powerlessness of the whole situation. It's my phone dammit, and I should control who can call me.
So the PSTN deserves to die (with prejudice) for having such a feeble identity system built into it.
Next my cell phone network operator deserves a swift blow to the temples for not doing anything to make the situation better, including simple features that could easily be incorporated in their switching network.
Then my phone manufacturer should be sent to the gallows for not including features to handle inbound calls without a caller ID. My network edge is dumb, not smart. Bad choice.
And finally the bastard who keeps calling me needs to be sent through the gates of Hades for an extended vacation. Curses to all of you!
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