If my account with T-Mobile is deactivated, does that also mean it’s cancelled?
I asked Google and Bing these questions and neither of them had a satisfactory answer. All the “answers” just told me all the information I already knew about Early Termination Fees. I’ve already come to terms with paying your silly fees, as long as you let me cancel my account.
So I went straight to the source and called T-Mobile themselves. Turns out, uttering the word “Representative” in order to speak with a representative (which the automated voice assured me was the correct thing to do) does not actually connect you with a representative, but instead rings the line twice and then proceeds to drop your call.
Note, I didn’t actually have a problem with T-Mobile before this. I was actually quite sad to be leaving them for AT&T, but they didn’t have the new Nokia Lumia 920, and I am a fickle fiend when it comes to gadgets.
A girl wants what she wants.
But really T-Mobile? Upon determining that I’m leaving you, you connect me with a dialtone? Since when does a phone company resemble the overly-attached girlfriend in a bad teenage rom-com who refuses to be dumped?
“It’s over.” “Nah, I don’t think so.”
THAT’S NOT HOW THIS WORKS.
Even with this recent exchange, I’m not happy to be going back to AT&T either. I was on them with an old iPhone a few years back and my experiences with them were less than stellar. If it wasn’t for the cyan Lumia, I would not be knocking on their door.
What is it about phone companies where you’re always just picking the lesser of evils?
And what does this all have to do with chocolate fudge, littered with peanut butter preztels, layered with caramel fudge?
I’m actually just that agitated about this whole thing that every time I try to delve into my brain for interesting ways to frame fudge with stories and text, I just come up with “WTF PHONE COMPANIES?”.
And that says a lot. Because this fudge is amazing. Soft & crunchy, sweet & salty, combos near and dear to my heart.
I wish I had some right now to cheer me up. It’s probably best that I don’t, as my mood would lead me to eat too many pieces, and then I would have to go to the T-Mobile store to yell at people while also experiencing a severe tummy ache.
Actually, that may just put more venom in my bite.
Peanut Butter Caramel Crunch Fudge
Recipe from Bakers Royale
- 12 oz. dark chocolate, about 2 cups
- 1 14oz. can sweetened condensed milk
- 4 oz. peanut butter pretzel bits, about 2 cups (I used these)
- 8.5 oz. white chocolate, about 1 1/3 cups
- 6 oz. sweetened condensed milk
- 1/3 cup caramel sauce (I used this recipe from Bakers Royale)
- 2 oz. peanut butter pretzel bites, chopped
- Line a 9×9 (8×8 works too) pan with foil such that it creates a foil sling with a one inch overhang on each side. Put aside.
- Place sweetened condensed milk and dark chocolate in saucepan over medium heat and stir until smooth. Fold in chopped peanut butter pretzel bites. Pour mixture into prepared pan and using an offset spatula spread evenly. Set aside.
- Place sweetened condensed milk, white chocolate and caramel in a saucepan over medium heat and stir until smooth. Pour over dark fudge layer and using an offset spatular spread evenly.
- Sprinkle remaining chopped peanut butter pretzel bites on top and press gently into caramel layer.
- Cool completely before cutting. (I found even after it cooled, putting it in the fridge for an hour made it much easier to cut.)