It was partly closure and partly symbolic of the Customer Service Agents daily struggle with this source of misery, its the tool that The Customer likes to use to make your day as miserable as possible whilst under the mistaken belief that;
a) Their call is the most important thing to happen to you today.
b) The company will undoubtedly flounder without their custom and
c) That you give a flying fuck.
Tis Conduit Of Evil, if you will.
Anyway, this is the best I could do. Made me feel better anyway.
(This was after a flag stone was dropped on it repeatedly and it was severly beaten with a lump hammer. It just won't die, its fucking possessed I tell you).
