Somewhere along the way, you were renamed. Nobody asked.
It happened the last time you needed help with something ordinary. Changing a plan. Fixing a bill. Something that should have taken five minutes. You found the number and called it, and what followed was so familiar you have probably stopped being surprised by it. The menu. The options that did not fit your situation. The hold music, that genre engineered to tell you, without quite saying so, that your time is worth nothing. The voice breaking in every ninety seconds to say your call was very important.
It was not. If it were, someone would have answered.
You waited seventeen minutes. You explained yourself to someone who could not help you. You were transferred. You were disconnected. You called back and started over, from the top, with a new person who had no record that you had already done all of this once. And somewhere in there you stopped feeling angry and started feeling something smaller, like you did not quite exist to the system you were trying to reach.
That feeling has a cause. This book names it.
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