...for the company with the worst customer service in America. Google it.
I discovered this fascinating fact when I decided to investigate the commenter who always pops up to leave a consoling comment on my posts about the evil, execrable, accursed C-Crap. See, I wasn't born yesterday, so I knew better than to think that Comcast had an employee (or even an automated web crawler) on hand to "reach out" to a disgruntled customer/blogger. And I'm not stupid enough to click on an email address to a nice sounding Mark Something or Other at the caring URL called WeCareAboutYouAndWantToHelpAndWeAreSorryYouAreExperiencingProblemsWithYourServiceWeAppreciateYouAndItIsOurMissionInLife ToMeetAllYourWorldlyNeeds.comcast.com. Seriously. I can suspend my disbelief long enough to enjoy an occasional sci-fi movie, and even once in a while, a cute rom-com. Well, that last one's a stretch. Why is it all the chick-flicks are so stupidly, saccharinely, sickeningly sentimental?
But I digress. My main point was to let you know that everything isn't what it appears to be. There are two truths I hold dear. The relevant one here is "If it seems too good to be true, it is." Or should that be, "isn't?" Hmmm. Maybe I should put it this way: "If it seems too good be true, it's a big fat lie and you're an inane idiot/sucker if you believe it." So that's why I'm too smart/suspicious/skeptical to fall for the average internet scam. Especially after that stupid FaceBook IQ test that dinged my cell phone for 99 cents five times in four minutes. Wow. How embarrassing. And apt. Obviously, my IQ was sub-par that day.
The other, equally cynical, tenet I'd love to share, will have to wait until later. It deserves its own blog post.
Ok, my blood pressure is rising, so I'm leaving. Later...
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...