Doomed

So I call an insurance today for benefits, like I do so often. It rings once, picks up, and says:

"Look upon my works with pain and despair."

then promptly rings again, and goes straight to the insurance directory computer.

"What the fuck," says I (being jerked from a half slumber), hang up, and call again.

This time, after the first ring, I get jazz music, then transferred to the directory computer. Whoa. So, I pick up my cell to call Wendy and tell her, only my phone turns off when I pick it up, then turns back on (battery meter has 2 of 3 bars on it).

Man. I'm fucked.