Prior to Thanksgiving Comcast badgered the bejesus out of us to get a new modem. Then our Internet started shutting down every few days. I figured it was a sign from Comcast that I better get the modem or I would never have decent service again. Well, we got the new modem and our phone now works for shit.
We hooked up the new modem and then the phone quit ringing properly. Ya know when your phone rings and you get Brrriing. Well, now I get Br. The first 3 people we spoke with said this is not right and we need a service call. You know, the truck in the driveway that says Comcast on it in RED.
Well those suckers never showed up. After mulitple confirmations and no shows and reschedules and confimations and no shows, plus the fact they kept calling the phone that did not work properly, it went south. Yep, today when I called I got the infamous Indian of India people disguising themselves as Texans telling me all the white talking-people knew shit about Comcast and telephones and that my phones were broken.
Yes, for goodness sakes both the hard wired into the wall trimline phone from Alexander Graham's relative Ma Bell and the wireless phone with answering machine broke at exactly the same time. That was when we installed the new asshat modem from Comcast. This idiot from India is telling me to change the number of rings on the wall trimline phone, this is why I hate all people from Comcast.
So this week will be devoted to switching everything possible out of Comcast's hands. New security system so I do not need a land line, new TV service, and back to Ma Bell or whoever for phone if I need one and please let there be a new Internet in the Pointes. I swear someone here is getting graft for allowing Comcast this monopoly and that is why we get such crappy service.
This is the exact statement from the witch, "Well you pay for service and you get it, you can make calls and people can call you." I asked about the not ringing and therefore not knowing someone was calling and she said, not our problem. And pretty much as I don't use their voice mail (as it is another version of living in India hell) well, F off bitch.
The service is the same as ever-horrible to the Max. I remember one Christmas when a high level tech guy stood in my family room and screamed, No-don't do that. And we had no service for 2 more days.
Rat Fuckers are the best I can call them.
Sunday, December 8, 2013
Thursday, December 5, 2013
Day started out good, you can always tell when you take Sammy Dog for his first pee how the day is gonna start. It was downright balmy for the first pee of the day. It is now biting cold wind looking as gray as in this picture. Just no palm trees, leafless Maples are swaying in the dance of the winter chills.
I now have 2 different coats, hats, gloves in the car. No boots yet and the cashmere scarf from China will be the winter scarf- it is long, light and warm.
I received the first of the Christmas presents yesterday and it was exciting.
My current supervisor and I had out first dust-up today. I ignore quite a lot-this is a temporary situation and he is just kinda weird. Today he directed me to go talk to this person about a written issue. He seemed somewhat steamed that I had not seen the email. I only get access to email over my phone in the plants and it is not that easy. He fails to understand this as he is a direct employee and company provides his phone and makes sure he can get his email. Whatever. The person he sent me to talk to blew up at me. Boss boy get the message wrong and blew up the Internet with incorrect emails I had never seen, and well it was not pretty. When I told him, he blew up at me. Whoa Nelly and back up the truck. I am not his whipping boy and told him so. He then declared he had not blown up. Well, I saw that mushroom cloud. It is all gone now, but he needs to shrug some of this nonsense off.
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
The Casa Monica had original artwork for sale on the walls.
If you remember my car not starting fiasco, I do not think I reported that it was NPF, or in our world No Problem Found. Well a week or so ago the same damn thing happened to Big Daddy. Now I know I am not crazy and that damn car needs to be fixed. So I have a broken remote start on my car.
Comcast demanded we had to get a new modem and they of course sent it to us for self install and guess what, it does not work properly. I cannot get a normal phone call. I get half a ring and then nothing but the caller continues to hear it ringing. The Comcast guy is coming Saturday morning between 8 and 9.
Now the Comcast On Demand is not working properly.
The oldest schoolhouse in America.
Oh yes, lest I forget, my brother is just out of ICU and probably dying. I have never met him and my sister keeps calling me with updates. I have met the sister. She was encouraging me to call my brother and chat about God knows what. I asked her if she really thought that was a good idea. If you were in the hospital, maybe dying, sick for your entire life with a horrible disease and suddenly the sister you have never met starts calling, well I just think that might be kinda creepy. If he asked me to call, of course, but that is a different story.
And to top it off it seems quite a few of our plants have decided to ship shit parts and we are having to sort, rework, and explain this shit. They do not accept "the parts are fucked up" as an explanation. They want to know why. Well, you know what-I would like to know that too. We may never know. But we make up pretty stories and everyone smiles and nods and we pretend this is all A-Okay.
Bizarre of the day: If you have ever seen a turnstile, bars and they turn in circles, they are made to keep it difficult to do more than push through to the other side. Everyday I see people, workers, standing on one side of the turnstile and food delivery people standing on the other side shoving food between the horizontal bars. One container at a time. Usually one person picks up the order for the entire team, so there could be 8 plus orders shoved between these bars. The thing is, these people could just as easily badge out, go through the turnstile, pay and pick up the food, and come back through the turnstile in a lot less time. They give drug tests to work in these plants, not IQ tests.
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Everything on the bed was washable, and that is my number one "gotta have it". The room itself was okay-especially when you consider the price-expected a bit more than okay. But the location was the best in town and if you are a walker-there is no better place to be. Room was not small but there was only one chair and a couch, so when we ordered room service-what to do? They solved that by bringing two trays. And as there was no chance of eating anywhere in town the Friday after Thanksgiving, we shut up and were grateful for fuel for our bodies. Room service food was not great.
The hotel was fine, but for top dollar prices they were lacking in many ways. Bar was too small, especially when you have weddings, too few staff and the staff that was on duty tended to be cranky.
But the real beauty of the hotel, you are within walking distance of everything downtown. And the restaurant was pretty darn good. The Hunters Platter in the Bar was worth my money and we slept very well.
Odd thing about the hotel, no CNN. Not that I missed Piers.
Monday, December 2, 2013
Actually it was not the rats racing, it was Sammy Dog. When they brought him out-pulling on his leash to go faster-he did not miss a beat. No hello Mommy, no acknowledgement whatsoever, he pulled forward to the door and strained to get out, get to the car, get in the car and then whined to get this show on the road. He wanted as much real estate between him and The Heartbreak Hotel as possible.
The he came in and rubbed his head in the family room rug and howled. Collected all his toys. Said hey and collapsed in my chair.
His report card says he did not eat well, so I will be making him dinner soon.
Sunday, December 1, 2013
On our way to the airport Thanksgiving day there was a huge accident that shut down the Xpressway to the airport for 2 hours. We were 5 minutes into our 30 minute ride-forced off the Xpressway and onto the side streets to find our way. Most of the houses were burned out, boarded up and sometimes not occupied. People do live in the non-habitable abodes.