Yesterday, I was on the brink of Comcast-induced insanity. I threatened a technician. Said I'd cut his jugular with my loppers (in a joking way, of course) if he didn't get my service connected. Called the prez, Brian Roberts, @ HQ in PA. He's the only reason I had someone to threaten. Not just Carl (the sweet guy who actually DID something, and did it right), but his boss, Brad and a backup guy, Chad.
So here I sit. Amazed. I have HGTV-HD going in my den. I can Google. And when I pick up my phone, I get a dial tone. Good thing, because I have to figure out how to call in to the pacemaker people to check The D's rhythm. I just happened upon some kind of secret spy decoder device while I was packing for the move, and realized that I was supposed to do the pacemaker phone check thing. They've called three times. We were scheduled Thursday, but we didn't have phone service then, and cell phones won't work. Hopefully today.
In the meantime, I'm going to take a deep, cleansing breath. And think about getting my other computers and printers moved. I hope my wireless will work, but it's nice to know I can plug this computer into the wall if it doesn't.
It helps to have a backup plan. With everything...
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