Welcome to my world!

My life's been crazy since my Daddy moved in with me immediately after my mother's death in October 2010. My one and only kiddo headed to college at Carolina at the end of August. So...I lived on my own, for the first time in my life, for a total of a blissful six weeks. Then, I started the parenting gig with my dad. He's a combination of a grouchy old man, a surly teenager and a temperamental toddler. Needless to say, I get very close to the brink of insanity sometimes. I get through life by finding the humor in difficult circumstances. And for some reason, I wind up in the weirdest situations. I couldn't make this stuff up. So I wind up having lots and lots crazy adventures which make great stories to share with my friends. Writing about my life is so therapeutic. My ramblings range from funny to sad to angry (full of cuss words) to sweet. While my focus is dealing with the trials and tribulations of being a parent to my Daddy, I have lots of random, totally unrelated posts. Whatever's on my mind. I love to make people laugh, and I'm happy to think my readers will get my strange sense of humor. And maybe, people who are in my situation will be encouraged. That's all I can hope for...

Thursday, May 23, 2013

Comcast is Killing Me!

Oh.   My.   God.

I have just spent an hour on the horn with the bane of my existence - Comcrap.  I know I've ranted about them here repeatedly, but I have to do it again, before my head explodes.  Not that my rants prevent that.  It's so I can document Comcast's causal liability for my demise.  So that my heirs will have plenty of hard evidence when they file the $10 million product liability lawsuit.  But if I make it through this without spontaneously combusting (is that a word?), maybe I could file a class-action lawsuit, because I have a sneaking suspicion that I'm not the only poor schmo who's been double-billed by this blood-sucking, money-grubbing excuse for a technology company.  I won't even get started on the countless calls I've made to the tech department in an attempt to resolve problems with my internet and cable tv connections, logging on to my account, retrieving my email, and so much more. 

I wish I could take the time to record this latest cluster-fuck, but my hands are shaking so much I can barely type.

I missed my kick-boxing class.  It's a damn shame because it might have prevented my death (I could tape the logo to the punching bag and vent my frustrations on that)  which was caused by Comcast.

Hey, here's another idea.  I could write a suicide note saying I was jumping off the Mississippi river bridge because I'd lost my will to live (they'd never find my body in The Big Muddy,) all because of Comcast.  First though, I'll have to set up an unnumbered Swiss bank account and give wiring instructions to Kiddo.  Knowing him, though, I'd never see a penny of it.

Gotta go.  Need to get a paper bag and try to stop this damn hyperventilating...

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