I can't get no...
Woke up before noon today feeling quite a bit more rested than I have in a long time. That was nice.
Did the dishes that have been piling up in the sink for the past week (not a lot, since I haven't really been home to make lots of new ones). Just as I finished that, pakgwei gave me a call to see what I had planned for the day/evening.
So, I popped over to the computer to check for any e-mail that may change plans and found...
No Internet connection.
Again.
This seems to be happening once a week now.
And so, after unplugging things and having some food, I went about all the normal re-plugging, finagling and futzing with stuff in the hopes I'd get more than two lights on the cable modem blinking at me. Eventually, and for no good reason whatsoever, I was successful. During this entire time, there was no problem at all with the On Demand (as was the case a few weeks ago when this happened, according to the technician, due to the main splitter at my wall going bad).
This reoccurring problem must have some other cause and I have no idea what it is. Even worse, because it seems to fix itself with the all the unplugging and re-plugging of things, I have no idea how I'd prove to Comcast that it's probably their problem or an issue with the building wiring.
With that problem solved, I went on to start a load of laundry (so I have clothes to wear for work--and it's nice to have to worry about that, let me tell you). Between loads, I popped out to take out the garbage, check the mail and check in with the apartment management.
One of those endeavors was successful.
I no longer have garbage that needs to go out.
The mail hadn't shown up yet, but I did spy the mail truck a row or so up. I figured after I talk to the complex management it would have made its way down the hill to my set of mailboxes.
I get near it and notice the mail carrier is nowhere to be seen.
I go to the apartment complex office to see if there's any manager around.
I find the mail carrier, sitting comfortably in one of the office chairs, chatting away with the office worker I usually end up dealing with (and who's never been able to actually help me with anything).
There are no mangers in the office on the weekends. Convenient, being that's really the only time I can show up to crack skulls. I expressed my displeasure at not being called back and at the water and water damage that continues to occur. I made it a point to mention that, two years ago, the old light fixture fell from similar water damage and that "it wouldn't be good for anyone if something were to land on my head."
I have been told that the new manager is still in training and hasn't been around a lot this week. She now has a note on her desk to call me ASAP.
We'll see if that does any good. I'm not holding my breath. My next call is to the building/health inspector.
grr.
Depending on my mood, I may try to hit Artomatc tonight. And/or atlantis_dc. Or something.
All I know is that it can't involve eating out. I've spent too much money on that this week already hitting the new 5 Guys burger joint in Dupont Circle with the new office crew. (Damn fine burgers and fries, though.) This week it's all back to packing my own food.
Because now I have an income and things aren't hopeless. Soon, I'll actually be able to budget again.
And that makes me happy. :)
Did the dishes that have been piling up in the sink for the past week (not a lot, since I haven't really been home to make lots of new ones). Just as I finished that, pakgwei gave me a call to see what I had planned for the day/evening.
So, I popped over to the computer to check for any e-mail that may change plans and found...
No Internet connection.
Again.
This seems to be happening once a week now.
And so, after unplugging things and having some food, I went about all the normal re-plugging, finagling and futzing with stuff in the hopes I'd get more than two lights on the cable modem blinking at me. Eventually, and for no good reason whatsoever, I was successful. During this entire time, there was no problem at all with the On Demand (as was the case a few weeks ago when this happened, according to the technician, due to the main splitter at my wall going bad).
This reoccurring problem must have some other cause and I have no idea what it is. Even worse, because it seems to fix itself with the all the unplugging and re-plugging of things, I have no idea how I'd prove to Comcast that it's probably their problem or an issue with the building wiring.
With that problem solved, I went on to start a load of laundry (so I have clothes to wear for work--and it's nice to have to worry about that, let me tell you). Between loads, I popped out to take out the garbage, check the mail and check in with the apartment management.
One of those endeavors was successful.
I no longer have garbage that needs to go out.
The mail hadn't shown up yet, but I did spy the mail truck a row or so up. I figured after I talk to the complex management it would have made its way down the hill to my set of mailboxes.
I get near it and notice the mail carrier is nowhere to be seen.
I go to the apartment complex office to see if there's any manager around.
I find the mail carrier, sitting comfortably in one of the office chairs, chatting away with the office worker I usually end up dealing with (and who's never been able to actually help me with anything).
There are no mangers in the office on the weekends. Convenient, being that's really the only time I can show up to crack skulls. I expressed my displeasure at not being called back and at the water and water damage that continues to occur. I made it a point to mention that, two years ago, the old light fixture fell from similar water damage and that "it wouldn't be good for anyone if something were to land on my head."
I have been told that the new manager is still in training and hasn't been around a lot this week. She now has a note on her desk to call me ASAP.
We'll see if that does any good. I'm not holding my breath. My next call is to the building/health inspector.
grr.
Depending on my mood, I may try to hit Artomatc tonight. And/or atlantis_dc. Or something.
All I know is that it can't involve eating out. I've spent too much money on that this week already hitting the new 5 Guys burger joint in Dupont Circle with the new office crew. (Damn fine burgers and fries, though.) This week it's all back to packing my own food.
Because now I have an income and things aren't hopeless. Soon, I'll actually be able to budget again.
And that makes me happy. :)