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...