FLAMES! ON THE SIDE OF MY FACE!
Phoning the confirmation number to activate a credit card, interacting with a recording of a guy with the thickest Indian accent evar, such that I can barely understand it, and having to say "no" at least 10-15 times to the recording to avoid signing up for the stupid "payment insurance" bullshit. God dammit, the first 5 times weren't good enough? Just to clarify, it's not that my pronunciation of "no" didn't get accepted by the speech recognition. Oh no, Recorded Indian Guy actually tried to pressure me into signing up. I hope you die, Recorded Indian Guy.
Also, your name is so not Alex.
Besides, wtf is up with having a dude who can barely pronounce the language do the recording? Trying to replicate the authentic experience of being connected to a real, live Indian wage slave? Huh?
In other news, judging by the tables and signs and such in the student union plaza, the majority of student activities at Berkeley consist of business frats and Asian Christian clubs.
In other words, it's Lowell.
At least I'm not getting robbed too hardcore on textbooks this time around, especially considering that I'm carrying 16 units.