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Thank God For 24-Hour Customer Service
So, I’ve discovered that I don’t have the slightest clue about how to dial an operator (or make an operator-assisted call) in Australia. Being an ignorant American, I assumed you’d just press zero and reach someone in a service centre who would politely dial the international number needed and do whatever was necessary to reverse the charges.
But then, the operative word in that last sentence is ignorant.
After a thoroughly useless Google search and being informed by oh-so-polite recordings that I had dialed-an-invalid-number-please-hang-up-and-try-again-thank-you four times, I just paid for the damn call. I mean, I need to pay back the people who so generously lent me money last week—like, before they start missing money and begin charging interest.
But, on the flip side, my ATM card will be here in 3-5 business days.
(Pictures soon, I promise.)
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