Up and Atom!
its not like i had any pressing social engagements or lavish events i was blowing off to spend the whole day at home waiting on various service people. quite the contrary. in fact, i still have PLEANTY of unpacking to do. At least 40% of Phase One Move is yet to be unboxed. So there was lots of slow puttering and back and fourth waddling and struggling to get my arms around things to do while i waited around for the Quest phone & internet guy and the Direct TV tv guy.
so there was no trouble. plus, at the end of the day, i would have my beloved internets back as well as cable television with DVR, which i had been missing for more than a year.
i did learn a lesson... that (thanks to HULU and large screen computer monitors) it is POSSIBLE to live without cable TV and a DVR... but not with a newborn baby. im not waking up at 4am and shuffling through HULU looking for something to keep me entertained as i operate as a human lunch box. not to mention that i will most likely be taking to bed at 6pm to facilitate such midnight snackery, and if i can record my stories and catch up in my wee hour walkabouts, i dont have to hate everyone on earth. so there. direct TV justified.
happily, direct TV was on the scene first. and only 1.5 hours into their 4 hour window! what luck! but the guy turned out to be a complainer and so i had to move the TV to a different wall. to be fair, i didnt move it myself. but i did have to stand there blinking at the guy for at least a good minute wondering how to explain that i would NOT be moving the TV and entertanment center myself... youd think 30 punds of baby sticking directly out ones front would be a subtle indication of ones incapacity to move large objects with success. oh well.
the Quest guy got here at the bitter end of his 4 hour window, but he set everything up swiftly and without hassling me to move any large pieces of furniture or electronics.
Then everybody left and i sat down with the food network on ready to bask in the warm glowing warm glow of internet access... only to find it didnt work.
the Quest guy was literally five minutes gone, which just happened to make it past 5pm, and the internet was NOT WORKING. at all. not sending information. not receiving information, just an infuriating spinning wheel telling me that it was trying, that it would happen eventually, it was coming... just be patient.
but i am not patient.
oh, and, by the way, i JUST got my van back from the 'shop.' tranny the vanny (i call her tranny because shes a transport, and because shes busted, wore out and has had alot of work done) but she was finally back to me and, theoretically, all in one piece. except for the fact that, the second i got behind the wheel, the AC started blowing hot air in my face. so i made arrangements to bring it back to the 'shop' and, sure enough, it works just fine whenever anyone else drives it. only for me does it try to bake the skin off my face with convection oven-style winds. i explain that 50% of the reason i turned her into the shop in the first place was because the AC only worked intermittently and, even still, i had to occasionally bang on the dash with a book to make it come on at all... i explain this and expect it to be a clear indication that something is amiss, and then its everyone elses turn to blink at me and insist that its working just fine.
all of which leads me to believe that i am somehow radio active and therefore magically cause things not to work.
BTW, dorian walked in the door this evening and the internet worked just fine... which of course made him question what i was complaining about when i called him from our newly installed home phone (did i mention my cell phone wasnt working all day?) and told him the internet was stupid and didnt work. so. cheers. guess we can all assume which piece of the puzzle here is REALLY stupid and doesnt work.
in completely unrelated news, i am now the owner of a tazer.
see you soon.
k.
shes an endless war, shes a hero for the lost cause
like a hurricane in the heart of the devastation
shes a natural disaster, the last of the american girls.
so there was no trouble. plus, at the end of the day, i would have my beloved internets back as well as cable television with DVR, which i had been missing for more than a year.
i did learn a lesson... that (thanks to HULU and large screen computer monitors) it is POSSIBLE to live without cable TV and a DVR... but not with a newborn baby. im not waking up at 4am and shuffling through HULU looking for something to keep me entertained as i operate as a human lunch box. not to mention that i will most likely be taking to bed at 6pm to facilitate such midnight snackery, and if i can record my stories and catch up in my wee hour walkabouts, i dont have to hate everyone on earth. so there. direct TV justified.
happily, direct TV was on the scene first. and only 1.5 hours into their 4 hour window! what luck! but the guy turned out to be a complainer and so i had to move the TV to a different wall. to be fair, i didnt move it myself. but i did have to stand there blinking at the guy for at least a good minute wondering how to explain that i would NOT be moving the TV and entertanment center myself... youd think 30 punds of baby sticking directly out ones front would be a subtle indication of ones incapacity to move large objects with success. oh well.
the Quest guy got here at the bitter end of his 4 hour window, but he set everything up swiftly and without hassling me to move any large pieces of furniture or electronics.
Then everybody left and i sat down with the food network on ready to bask in the warm glowing warm glow of internet access... only to find it didnt work.
the Quest guy was literally five minutes gone, which just happened to make it past 5pm, and the internet was NOT WORKING. at all. not sending information. not receiving information, just an infuriating spinning wheel telling me that it was trying, that it would happen eventually, it was coming... just be patient.
but i am not patient.
oh, and, by the way, i JUST got my van back from the 'shop.' tranny the vanny (i call her tranny because shes a transport, and because shes busted, wore out and has had alot of work done) but she was finally back to me and, theoretically, all in one piece. except for the fact that, the second i got behind the wheel, the AC started blowing hot air in my face. so i made arrangements to bring it back to the 'shop' and, sure enough, it works just fine whenever anyone else drives it. only for me does it try to bake the skin off my face with convection oven-style winds. i explain that 50% of the reason i turned her into the shop in the first place was because the AC only worked intermittently and, even still, i had to occasionally bang on the dash with a book to make it come on at all... i explain this and expect it to be a clear indication that something is amiss, and then its everyone elses turn to blink at me and insist that its working just fine.
all of which leads me to believe that i am somehow radio active and therefore magically cause things not to work.
BTW, dorian walked in the door this evening and the internet worked just fine... which of course made him question what i was complaining about when i called him from our newly installed home phone (did i mention my cell phone wasnt working all day?) and told him the internet was stupid and didnt work. so. cheers. guess we can all assume which piece of the puzzle here is REALLY stupid and doesnt work.
in completely unrelated news, i am now the owner of a tazer.
see you soon.
k.
shes an endless war, shes a hero for the lost cause
like a hurricane in the heart of the devastation
shes a natural disaster, the last of the american girls.
posted by k.lenz at 10:57 PM
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