Just shoot me. I've lost my will to live. Comcast has sucked it from the marrow of my bones.
I've spent the last hour and a half trying to trouble-shoot the error messages I've been getting in my email account. I've desperately avoided calling the Anti-Chrast. But my will is broken.
The next time I go to kick-boxing class, I'm going to tape the logo of the Evil One to my bag. I think I'll get a better workout that way.
Sooo, they've brought me to my knees. The fix I received, after a 93 minute investment of time two days ago, has expired. My will is broken. As soon as I finish up here, I'm going to call.
Only because:
A) I'm trying to send Kiddo a spreadsheet with every single piece of data he could possibly need for his trip to Dubai which starts tomorrow (including emergency contact information, the phone number and address of the American Hospital, credit card international collect phone numbers, and the phone number and address of the U.S. Embassy. I just watched Argo - can you tell?)
B) I'm trying to consummate a big (for me) real estate deal, and I have three unsent important documents in my outbox, and who knows how many important documents waiting in Comcast's version of the dead letter office.
With that, I'll sign off. And while I'm on hold, I'll plan their demise. Pray for me...
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