I feel your pain too. Every simple task seems to take forever. This is just one week’s worth of fannying about chez moi.
A whole afternoon to add the results of a medical test to our travel insurance (cut off 3 times, speaking to 3 operatives, ploughing through security and listening to the long preamble to security 3 times), followed by Ryanair online check in (verifying my account by matching the passport photo to a selfie was fun when I took off my glasses and couldn’t read the instructions, checking and rechecking details even more so when the passport-issuing country kept defaulting back to Afghanistan). Our tour company had said cheerily that we could always check in at the airport for a small fee. Small fee? That’ll be £55 each for each leg, so £220 in all, thanks very much. 
A courier return had to be rearranged for a different day because the label didn’t turn up in my email despite being sent twice (yes, customer services, I’ve checked the spam folder). It eventually had to be sent to DH’s email - no problem there - then texted over to my phone as we can’t print from his.
Yet DH received 2 NHS DrDoctor letters to his phone this week that couldn’t be opened till he sent them over to mine.
DH has tickets for the Superleague Final sitting in his online account. Or at least, there are details of his tickets there. But he can’t open them or print them, just has a message that there’s a problem, contact Customer Services. Oh for the golden age when they just used to plop through the letterbox!
I’m just pleased I’ve got the holiday coming up before I tackle the wifi contract…