RAWRRRRR!!!!!
An adventure in a week, in thirty snippets or less:
Monday at work: Here, Quilly, we picked up a secret santa name for the Christmas party. You get Big Boss Lady, head of the store, the one no one wants, apparently. Hoo-Yah!
Also Monday night?
Surprise! Your sisters gave you lice! OmGosh, YAY!
Tuesday morning, very early, Internet and cable service goes down. Quill thinks it's a hiccup, the kind that usually clears up on it's own, so she dismisses it and takes her merry self off to work.
Coworker: Hey, Quill, btw, the Christmas party is Saturday. Make sure you come (and have a present picked out for boss).
Aww. Lovely.
Came home. Still no Internet. No news. Nothing.
Quill calls Comcast. They keep her on hold for thirty freaking minutes. She gets the cable people. They can't figure out what's wrong, so they transfer her to Internet people. They do ping-type things, have Quill unplug and replug and unplug and replug (like she hasn't already tried all of that), then tell her they have no idea what's going on either. They'll have to send a technician.
Great.
Oh, and the technician can't get here until Friday sometime between two and five.
Oh! Better!
Never mind that those guys never show up on the early end of the time frame, and never mind that Quill has to work at five and if they show up too late, it won't matter because she'll have to leave, what about the fact that I'm paying for Internet and cable and I'm not getting it for three days straight.
Quill is not happy. She makes herself known. Internet guy apologizes (but not until after she says the word "unhappy" at least three times), promises not to charge for the days she doesn't have service.
Quill: Oh, RLY? Why, thank you Mr. Internet Man. That's very generous of you. Unhappy, unhappy, unhappy.
Mr. Internet Man: I'll send an emergency e-mail to see if they can get anyone sooner. They'll call you tomorrow one way or the other.
Quill: Less unhappy. Also, Merry Christmas.
Next day, Quill gets a call from emergency e-mail land, and the nice lady on the phone says "Thursday, 3-6". Quill is happy, because Thursday is her only day off this week, and she can be there for the technician man. So she cancels shopping with her sisters, goes to the bank and for some much-needed grocery-shopping, and makes it back in just outside the time-frame. She makes soup, she treats her entire apartment, then her hair, for lice, and she waits...and waits...and waits...and waits....
Oh, I'm sorry. Did Quill forget to mention that this is her only day off this week? She calls Comcast again, gets a voice. It's automated. It says, "Oops. Looks like we missed you appointment. Lets get you someone who can help you."
Sparkling.
On hold time? Forty-five minutes.
Joyous!
For the hell of it, she re-treats her hair while on the phone. Finally gets a human being. His name is Roger. Poor Mr Roger. Quill is doesn't use the word "unhappy," Quill uses the words angry, frustrated, and "the only thing I hate wasting more than money is time, and you've just wasted both". Bitch, bitch, bitch.
Mr. Roger: Ma'am, I am very sorry. I am going to put you on hold and figure out what happened.
Really? How nice.
Mr. Roger: Ma'am, I'm sorry, but there must have been a confusion. The technician called and the person they talked to said you'd gone to Europe.
Quill: FUBAR! My only day off this week!! Still no Internet or cable. Upset, unhappy, angry. Big Bitch.
Mr. Roger: We FUBAR. I'm apologize sincerely. We'll be taking a full twenty dollars off your next bill, and a technician will be out at your convenience tomorrow. What time is best for you?
Quill: Much happier, tyvm. Don't waste my time again, and thank you for your professionalism. Merry Christmas. Really, this time.
Today? Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Starts to get mad....
Then? RICHARD!! Kisses and hugs all around, thank you for being here when you said you'd be here, thank you for hooking the appropriate wires back in place after the last guy unhooked the wrong ones on downstairs moving day, have a Christmas cookie! And Merry Christmas!
*beams*
And through all of this, is Quill still sick with icky stuffy head cold? Yes. Is she still living mostly off of hot tea? Yes. Oh, and does she get her period sometime in the middle of FUBAR day two? Absolutely.
Oh, and has she yet gotten Big Boss Lady her present (that's due tomorrow at two)? Nope.
But she has Internet. And tea. And news. And soup. and lice?thankyouverymuchsisgrowlsnarl
And tea.*sips*
Darjeeling and Jasmine. *sips*
(ETA: I think I should add that during this stressful downtime of No Internet and No Cable, much writing was written, and I'm nearly done with the next chapter of Sachi. Silver lining, people!!!)
Monday at work: Here, Quilly, we picked up a secret santa name for the Christmas party. You get Big Boss Lady, head of the store, the one no one wants, apparently. Hoo-Yah!
Also Monday night?
Surprise! Your sisters gave you lice! OmGosh, YAY!
Tuesday morning, very early, Internet and cable service goes down. Quill thinks it's a hiccup, the kind that usually clears up on it's own, so she dismisses it and takes her merry self off to work.
Coworker: Hey, Quill, btw, the Christmas party is Saturday. Make sure you come (and have a present picked out for boss).
Aww. Lovely.
Came home. Still no Internet. No news. Nothing.
Quill calls Comcast. They keep her on hold for thirty freaking minutes. She gets the cable people. They can't figure out what's wrong, so they transfer her to Internet people. They do ping-type things, have Quill unplug and replug and unplug and replug (like she hasn't already tried all of that), then tell her they have no idea what's going on either. They'll have to send a technician.
Great.
Oh, and the technician can't get here until Friday sometime between two and five.
Oh! Better!
Never mind that those guys never show up on the early end of the time frame, and never mind that Quill has to work at five and if they show up too late, it won't matter because she'll have to leave, what about the fact that I'm paying for Internet and cable and I'm not getting it for three days straight.
Quill is not happy. She makes herself known. Internet guy apologizes (but not until after she says the word "unhappy" at least three times), promises not to charge for the days she doesn't have service.
Quill: Oh, RLY? Why, thank you Mr. Internet Man. That's very generous of you. Unhappy, unhappy, unhappy.
Mr. Internet Man: I'll send an emergency e-mail to see if they can get anyone sooner. They'll call you tomorrow one way or the other.
Quill: Less unhappy. Also, Merry Christmas.
Next day, Quill gets a call from emergency e-mail land, and the nice lady on the phone says "Thursday, 3-6". Quill is happy, because Thursday is her only day off this week, and she can be there for the technician man. So she cancels shopping with her sisters, goes to the bank and for some much-needed grocery-shopping, and makes it back in just outside the time-frame. She makes soup, she treats her entire apartment, then her hair, for lice, and she waits...and waits...and waits...and waits....
Oh, I'm sorry. Did Quill forget to mention that this is her only day off this week? She calls Comcast again, gets a voice. It's automated. It says, "Oops. Looks like we missed you appointment. Lets get you someone who can help you."
Sparkling.
On hold time? Forty-five minutes.
Joyous!
For the hell of it, she re-treats her hair while on the phone. Finally gets a human being. His name is Roger. Poor Mr Roger. Quill is doesn't use the word "unhappy," Quill uses the words angry, frustrated, and "the only thing I hate wasting more than money is time, and you've just wasted both". Bitch, bitch, bitch.
Mr. Roger: Ma'am, I am very sorry. I am going to put you on hold and figure out what happened.
Really? How nice.
Mr. Roger: Ma'am, I'm sorry, but there must have been a confusion. The technician called and the person they talked to said you'd gone to Europe.
Quill: FUBAR! My only day off this week!! Still no Internet or cable. Upset, unhappy, angry. Big Bitch.
Mr. Roger: We FUBAR. I'm apologize sincerely. We'll be taking a full twenty dollars off your next bill, and a technician will be out at your convenience tomorrow. What time is best for you?
Quill: Much happier, tyvm. Don't waste my time again, and thank you for your professionalism. Merry Christmas. Really, this time.
Today? Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Starts to get mad....
Then? RICHARD!! Kisses and hugs all around, thank you for being here when you said you'd be here, thank you for hooking the appropriate wires back in place after the last guy unhooked the wrong ones on downstairs moving day, have a Christmas cookie! And Merry Christmas!
*beams*
And through all of this, is Quill still sick with icky stuffy head cold? Yes. Is she still living mostly off of hot tea? Yes. Oh, and does she get her period sometime in the middle of FUBAR day two? Absolutely.
Oh, and has she yet gotten Big Boss Lady her present (that's due tomorrow at two)? Nope.
But she has Internet. And tea. And news. And soup. and lice?thankyouverymuchsisgrowlsnarl
And tea.*sips*
Darjeeling and Jasmine. *sips*
(ETA: I think I should add that during this stressful downtime of No Internet and No Cable, much writing was written, and I'm nearly done with the next chapter of Sachi. Silver lining, people!!!)