Seriously?
Hey all. I am finally ecstatic to say that I have my computer back! *does a happy jig* I actually got it back yesterday afternoon and I wasted no time in hooking it up because I expected to have to sit down and re-program everything back in. I was pleasantly surprised. They managed to fix my pc without deleting anything!
*does an extra happy jig*
So I should be on top of the moon right? Well...sort of. Our phone just died now. Yeah I know. Are my mother and I under some sort of curse? Because I'm starting to think so. We had no clue our phone was out until that night when I tried to call my friend Rochelle. She was supposed to actually call me, but she hadn't and I thought I'd better track her down instead. So when I went to pick up the phone, there was no dial tone or anything.
Huh.
So my mom used her pay-as-you-go cell phone to call the phone company first and they told her that, after running diagnostics, one of our phones had been off the hook. But none of our phones were off the hook. I knew that already because we had checked. But we went along with the agent and unplugged all the phones from the wall jacks.
This was no easy feat, by the way, because my father has wired this house like the Mad Hatter on an especially high dose of crack. We were literally crawling around furniture and pulling stuff out of corners trying to follow the fucking phone cord lines to wherever he thought to run them. See...the thing about my father is: He likes change. My mother and I don't. So, to him, it's perfectly fine to have your room set a certain way, and the next month, BAM! He changes it up. Now I know lots of people do this from time to time because they get bored with their home layout or whatever, but he likes to do it too much. So that goes anywhere from furniture to running phone cords through walls where they previously weren't and up and around things that they shouldn't. *sigh*
I'm starting to face the fact that my dad might just be insane eccentric.
Which is fine. Because I'm insane eccentric as well. But I like to think I'm weird in a lovable way and not in the way that is damning my mother and I to hell around every corner in this house. That's all. Can things just run smoothly for once? Please? Anyone? Ugh.
So anyway, back to the story. We did the reset and it didn't work. So I called them back this time and they hung up on me twice. So my mom said to leave it and she'll call them in the morning...if she has any minutes left at this point.
So today I asked her what they said. There won't be an agent out to our house until Monday. Yes. Monday people. So I'm sure everyone we know will take this opportunity to call us during this entire weekend and be freaking out because all they'll be getting is a busy signal and they know we have call waiting. Oh this should be fun.
I'm immersing myself in the joys of my computer until then. I refuse to resurface until life is just peachy again.
So I guess that means I'll be down here for a while.
~NS
*does an extra happy jig*
So I should be on top of the moon right? Well...sort of. Our phone just died now. Yeah I know. Are my mother and I under some sort of curse? Because I'm starting to think so. We had no clue our phone was out until that night when I tried to call my friend Rochelle. She was supposed to actually call me, but she hadn't and I thought I'd better track her down instead. So when I went to pick up the phone, there was no dial tone or anything.
Huh.
So my mom used her pay-as-you-go cell phone to call the phone company first and they told her that, after running diagnostics, one of our phones had been off the hook. But none of our phones were off the hook. I knew that already because we had checked. But we went along with the agent and unplugged all the phones from the wall jacks.
This was no easy feat, by the way, because my father has wired this house like the Mad Hatter on an especially high dose of crack. We were literally crawling around furniture and pulling stuff out of corners trying to follow the fucking phone cord lines to wherever he thought to run them. See...the thing about my father is: He likes change. My mother and I don't. So, to him, it's perfectly fine to have your room set a certain way, and the next month, BAM! He changes it up. Now I know lots of people do this from time to time because they get bored with their home layout or whatever, but he likes to do it too much. So that goes anywhere from furniture to running phone cords through walls where they previously weren't and up and around things that they shouldn't. *sigh*
I'm starting to face the fact that my dad might just be insane eccentric.
Which is fine. Because I'm insane eccentric as well. But I like to think I'm weird in a lovable way and not in the way that is damning my mother and I to hell around every corner in this house. That's all. Can things just run smoothly for once? Please? Anyone? Ugh.
So anyway, back to the story. We did the reset and it didn't work. So I called them back this time and they hung up on me twice. So my mom said to leave it and she'll call them in the morning...if she has any minutes left at this point.
So today I asked her what they said. There won't be an agent out to our house until Monday. Yes. Monday people. So I'm sure everyone we know will take this opportunity to call us during this entire weekend and be freaking out because all they'll be getting is a busy signal and they know we have call waiting. Oh this should be fun.
I'm immersing myself in the joys of my computer until then. I refuse to resurface until life is just peachy again.
So I guess that means I'll be down here for a while.
~NS