So, the nabes have been MIA for a few days which means they turned off their wireless service before they left. This precipitated a call to my ISP wondering why in the bejesus I didn’t have I-net service. By and by and a whole day wasted, they discovered they never turned off the I-net at the apartment and didn’t put the order in right for the house… and it was going to take another 10 days to put this straight, They figured this out earlier in the day while I was sitting on my ass, waiting on a technician to come to my house… for eight hours. EIGHT HOURS.
Since no one called me from my ISP to inform me of such, I fired them. And when they tried to say they didn’t have my phone number, I yelled very loudly and rudely that they were also my PHONE SERVICE. I fired them as well. As of tomorrow, I will no longer have a home phone, only a cell phone. Fuck it. I’m poor and the only peeps who call me here are bill collectors. I was little irate, with good reason, very good reason. It was ridiculous. RI-DIC-U-LOUS. And that’s exactly how I pronounced it to them.
Also, I was less than impressed with the lady who they put on the phone to re-do the order for the I-net. Oh, I’m sorry, I meant the lady who was cancelling the I-net service I DIDN’T have so I could re-order, in 3-5 days, the I-net service I was SUPPOSED to have. Already irritated, when she started with the “Okay, I’m gonna get which you…” No, no, no, you’re not sister. Newsflash, “which you” is not an accent, it’s a choice. “Which you” is not the same as a Southerner saying “buggy” and a Northerner saying “cart,” it is not the same as me saying, “Ya know,” and KtP saying, “Ya knooooo.”
I was not amused.
Otherwise, Nate and I had a nice, private ceremony for our deceased felines. We lit sparklers and remembered our babies.
In other news, Nate woke me at 2 a.m. to ask if he could sleep with me because he was having weird dreams. I said okay, even though I’m still sleeping on the couch. Either he’s getting bigger or he’s much bonier than I remember. By 4 a.m. I decided I would occupy Nate’s bed. By 6 a.m. my own weird dreams sent me back to the couch.
I did call and set up I-net service with my cable provider, which was surprisingly easy. It would have been too damn easy if it actually worked. They are sending a technician out to find out why the signal is not coming in on the cable line. The good thing is, they’ve never let me down. So, hopefully, Friday I’ll have my own I-net service and won’t have to surf off the nabes wireless.
Have a great weekend!