Comcast can kiss my ass
I don't have the energy to go into detail about all the time I've spent this week on the phone with tech support trying to fix my cable and internet, but suffice it to say I came home last night at 11pm to find my internet not working and my TV completely out. Needless to say, I was furious. Three calls to tech support and one visit to the Comcast store later, it still isn't fixed and so I'm sitting on the CU campus using their wireless so I don't feel completely cut off from the outside world.
Call me overly dependent on technology or a computer addict or whatever you want, but I completely lose my shit when I don't have internet access. It is my primary mode of communication and information acquisition, and when I don't have it I feel like I've lost a limb or a sensory organ. It is a completely awful feeling and so I was probably a wee bit irritable with the idiot tech support people giving me the run around.
So a tech is coming out tomorrow to figure out wtf is wrong with it, but of course they can only come during my fucking work hours, the sons of bitches, which doesn't help me at all. Luckily Will is a good friend and is coming down to wait at the apartment tomorrow between the hours of 3 and 5 so that someone is there to let the tech in (oh that's the other thing, the bastards wouldn't just let me leave a key for the guy). Thank God that Will was available and willing to help me out. This has turned into such a bloody ordeal.
Last night I had a dream that there were three simultaneous nuclear strikes either off the coasts or actually on the coasts of the United States, two on the West Coast, one on the East. And I dreamt that I had heard about this but I couldn't verify it because I had no internet or TV and so had no fucking clue what was really going on. I woke up this morning groggy and confused and freaking out because I thought there maybe actually had been a nuclear attack but I couldn't check to be sure because I had no fucking internet. God, it was a horrible feeling.
So needless to say, these knuckleheads at Comcast need to get their shit together and fix my service. I pay for 24/7, not "most of the time."
Call me overly dependent on technology or a computer addict or whatever you want, but I completely lose my shit when I don't have internet access. It is my primary mode of communication and information acquisition, and when I don't have it I feel like I've lost a limb or a sensory organ. It is a completely awful feeling and so I was probably a wee bit irritable with the idiot tech support people giving me the run around.
So a tech is coming out tomorrow to figure out wtf is wrong with it, but of course they can only come during my fucking work hours, the sons of bitches, which doesn't help me at all. Luckily Will is a good friend and is coming down to wait at the apartment tomorrow between the hours of 3 and 5 so that someone is there to let the tech in (oh that's the other thing, the bastards wouldn't just let me leave a key for the guy). Thank God that Will was available and willing to help me out. This has turned into such a bloody ordeal.
Last night I had a dream that there were three simultaneous nuclear strikes either off the coasts or actually on the coasts of the United States, two on the West Coast, one on the East. And I dreamt that I had heard about this but I couldn't verify it because I had no internet or TV and so had no fucking clue what was really going on. I woke up this morning groggy and confused and freaking out because I thought there maybe actually had been a nuclear attack but I couldn't check to be sure because I had no fucking internet. God, it was a horrible feeling.
So needless to say, these knuckleheads at Comcast need to get their shit together and fix my service. I pay for 24/7, not "most of the time."