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how i’m justifying stealing a wireless signal

Hey, you knew a Comcast rant was coming! Since moving automatically involves interaction Comcast, it was bound to happen.

2/12: I called Comcast to set up a disconnect at my old apartment and a reconnect at my new apartment. I did it 2 weeks in advance, just so there wouldn’t be a long amount of time between internet/watching TV, because hi, I’m addicted to both. Appointment scheduled for 2/22 from 11:00 – 2:00 p.m. The lady pitches a Triple Play Promo (OMGPROMO) and I agree to it, because ti’s cheaper. I ask if I need to go ahead and bring my TVs and computer to the new apartment. She says no.

2/21: Internet and TV service is disconnected at the old apartment. Good job, Comcast.

2/22 12:00 p.m.: While waiting for the cable installer to show up, I get a call from Comcast to tell me I have a past due balance. I ask the lady to check again, and she says, "Oh, right. Nope, no past due balance." Hey, I’m almost 30. I pay my bills now. And then she decides the reason she’s calling is because I have equipment from a closed account. I remind her that the account was just closed the day before, and it’s actually being reactivated at any moment, depending on when the cable guy arrives. She says, "Oh, right. Sorry about that." and hangs up.

2/22 12:45 p.m.: The cable guy shows up. Really nice guy. Asks me where my computer is. I tell him I don’t have it here yet, and he says he can’t hook up all of the digital products without it (i.e. my phone service and digital cable). He calls and sets up another appointment for me, being Tuesday (tomorrow), because that was the first availability. While he’s here, he turns on my regular cable so I don’t have to go without. Super nice guy, and gold star for him.

2/23 5:30 p.m: I hook up all the electronics that belong on my TV stand, including the cable modem. And then I notice, HEY, all the lights on my cable modem are on! I might have internet service! I had Tivo check for me, and of course, it couldn’t connect. I called Comcast tech support, and ended up talking to a guy who talked to me like I was stupid. I, in turn, decided to talk to him like he was a phone sex operator. In the duration of this phone call, I cancel the triple play option thingamajig and decide to just stick with internet/standard cable. He told me I had to call the sales department, so I decided to go ahead and do that. But not until we celebrated Matt’s birthday. At bars.

2/24 12:43 a.m.: After a few drinks, I decided to call Comcast back. They’re open 24 hours, so why not? A very nice lady answered the phone. She tried a lot of things; I was laying in bed. She put me on hold while she checked something, and I fell asleep. She woke me up, and I’m pretty sure she knew I was sleeping based on my response of "Hrmmmph". She told me I’d have to call back sometime after 10:00 a.m. when the supervisors got there. Um, okay.

2/24 10:30 a.m.: I call and talk to another nice lady. For the 3rd time, I have to explain the situation. She tells me that she knows what has to happen, but it has to be done by the "warehouse", and those people aren’t in the office until Monday. She took my contact information and promised it’d be done first thing this morning and she’d give me a call when it had been completed.

2/25 12:05 p.m.: I call again, because I’m impatient. I get transferred to three different people and finally reach a guy, who needs me to explain the story three times. He does some things on his end that require me repeating the MAC address on my modem fourteen times and him sighing about 6510 times. He lets me know that, "yeah, someone will have to call you when it’s all said and done." Great. I’m supposed to call back in four hours if I don’t hear from them.

2/25 12:35 p.m.: My phone rings and I can tell it’s Comcast. It’s a recording letting me know that I had canceled the appointment I had scheduled for tomorrow to get everything installed. THANKS, IDIOTS. I’d cancel everything else if it was an option. TRUST ME.

2/25 5:33 p.m.: Of course it’s not fixed. I called and talked to a guy, who had to read through fourteen different pages of notes. I’ve been nothing but pleasant every time I’ve called, because with the cable company, it’s not going to do any good to be angry with them. This kid told me the same thing the last two people have told me, only he put an ESCALATION on my account. Oooh, and escalation! I asked him this was any different then the first two times someone’s supposedly did something, and he didn’t have an answer except an offer for me to talk to his supervisor. I’m sleepy and cranky right now, so I didn’t talk to the supervisor. This kid’s timeframe for it to be all taken care of? As soon as possible. Thanks, dickweed. Heard that before. I’ll sit and wait until tomorrow morning before I call to find out why it’s so hard for my "modem to be added to the network", because clearly nothing’s going to get done outside of normal business hours.

2/26 12:11 p.m.: Still nothing. No surprise. I call back. After being transfered twice, I wind up talking to Sook. Sook is very helpful and tells me that the last few reps I’ve talked to have made notes that I own the modem. Now, this is odd, because A) I’ve paid $3/month for the last two years to use it (maybe I *should* buy one), B) I’ve told them this every time and C) considering I’m billed for it monthly, you’d think it’d show up on my account. And because I am renting this modem, I have to go exchange it for a new one since I "moved markets", which is what happens when one moves from Eagan to Minneapolis. I wouldn’t be pissed about it, but this is the 6th time I’ve called and I’m just now hearing about this little exchange program. I tell Sook I want to talk to a supervisor, just to make sure everything is kosher. He doesn’t blame me and puts me on hold while he tries to find one. He comes back several minutes later (I was pooping; I had time to kill) and tells me they’re all on the phone, but he promises one will call me back.

2/26 10:50 p.m.: I call back, because I want to find out if I should really be exchanging the modem tomorrow and I want to find out where the fuck the phone call is I was supposed to receive earlier today might be. And I guess I’m just a gigantic glutton for punishment at this point. And fucking fuck. This dude verifies that, yep, I have to go exchange modems. Comcast is getting a very nasty letter and a very nasty email and anything else I can do, because holy shit, this is ridiculous. It took seven phone calls and by the time I pick up the modem tomorrow, five days for me to figure this out.

And until my SuckComcasttastic service is actually up and running, I’m stealing internet service and my Tivo is said because it still thinks I’m watching Eagan channels.

I have another post to rant about, too, but I need to at least unpack two boxes today or I’ll feel completely unproductive.

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bitches get stuff done

I’ve spent two nights in my new apartment and it’s oh so wonderful. I like waking up, looking out my living room window, and seeing cars driving back and forth as opposed to the other apartment, where I’d wake up to the sounds of my neighbors 14 children fighting about which fucking cartoon to watch while they’re eating their Crispy Hexagons.

Riley’s spent the last, oh, every minute since he got here doing this:

I guess picking an apartment without a balcony and without lower windows is my fault. And, yes, his hair is sticking up, because he growls at every person that walks by. This means during lunch and dinner when the thousands people working in Uptown come for lunch at the Mexican/Caribbean bistro two doors down from me, he’s seriously going to kill someone – if only we weren’t three floors up, that is.

Jenny the Former Roommate™ and I picked up the Uhaul truck at about 10:45 Saturday, and we returned it sometime between 4:30 and 5:00. I figured we made pretty good time considering there were two other apartments moving out of my old building, all sharing one elevator, and in the new apartment, I’m on the third floor (with no elevator). I had contemplating hiring movers to help me, but I didn’t, unless you count Pizza Luce as payment for my movers/BFFs. What can I say? Bitches (and Matt) get stuff done!


And Happy Birthday to Matt!

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help me out, comcast

  • American Idol so far this season? Not impressed. Not impressed at all.
  • The Lunar eclipse was pretty fantastic last night. Not fantastic enough for me to stand outside for the whole thing, but maybe next time.
  • I keep wanting to write about how excited I am to be moving into Minneapolis, but I can’t really put it into words… Trust me. I’m excited.
  • My cable/internet is scheduled to be shut off today. I kind of did it on purpose, so I’d have nothing to do but pack. But we’ll see if that happens. I can’t believe I’m relying on Comcast to give me a little discipline.
  • As much as I enjoy being a productive member of the job-applying world, I’m kind of looking forward to being an actual part of the working world again. I’m pretty sure I’m rectifying that as soon as possible once I get moved.
  • I’m going to another Wolves game tonight. They’re playing the Spurs, and since I’ve been out of the NBA-fan world for so long, I always have to look at the rosters. Since Damon Stoudamire plays for the Spurs, I’m tempted to dig up the Stoudamire jersey I had. From 1996. When he wore #20 and played for the Raptors. Then I’d be just like the guy that wears his Christian Laettner Timberwolves jersey to the games, or the guy that won the $50 US Bank gift card the other night while wearing his Tom Gugliotta jersey. I love Googs as much as the next guy, but c’mon – that shit’s worn out, dude. Use that $50 and get a Bassy jersey!

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over this kid

Josiah Leming has gotten his fair share of media exposure, and I’m kinda through with him now.

First, it was the British accent he develops when he sings, and then he cries like a giant baby. I don’t care if it’s just editing that makes him look like a big ol’ baby or not.

And then Ellen DeGeneres, because she loves to make people feel better and get one step closer to their dream, has him on her show:

 

 

Sigh.

In the interview, he goes between his fake British accent (it’s soooo Britney Spears) and what would probably be his regular Tennessee accent. Besides looking like he was going to slip Ellen the tongue as the show went to commercial, I just can’t help but get a creepy vibe from him.

It’s not like I want him to catch herpes or something, but I’m just ready for him to be done with his TV time. Pretty quickly actually.

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out with the old

Including the dead mouse I found last week, I’ve thrown away a metric shitload of things I’ve been hanging on to for no reason whatsoever. I don’t know why I didn’t do this two years ago when I moved into this apartment, but I can only guess it’s because at the time, I needed the STUFF. My current place has a second bedroom, which quickly morphed into a storage room that only saw my attention when I needed to find a new pair of sneakers or figure out where my extra keyboard was.

By eliminating approximately 75% of what was in my spare bedroom, I figure it’s going to be quite a bit easier to make my friends not hate me on Saturday when they help me move. And if you (yes, you!) aren’t doing anything, consider this your cordial invitation to join in on the moving fun! It’s not going to be as bad as I had originally thought it might be, but there’s still plenty of stuff for EVERYONE to take a load or two into my new place.

You’ll be happy to know you don’t have to move the following, because I’ve thrown it away this morning:

  • The box to my cell phone three phones ago.
  • A Precious Moments coloring book
  • three brown leather woven belts
  • every single ugly piece of marketing paraphernalia that my former employer thought was a good idea
  • the stolen giant plastic KDWB banner I thought I needed
  • 80,000 pairs of socks, all white
  • an Alaskan license plate (stolen, not by me)

I had to keep my collection of fishing hats and my commemorative plastic Space Jam plate, featuring Michael Jordan and Bugs Bunny. My kid whose middle name will be Jordan will want that when he/she is four. Or that child will be disowned. Just sayin’.

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call me, sted!

I love the show 30 Rock. First, it was because I love Tina Fey. Then I realized Alec Baldwin is a genius. And of course, there’s always Tracy Morgan. The more Tracy Morgan gets out of control, the harder I laugh. In fact, I’m pretty sure I just coughed up three different organs while watching these two videos:

Here, he embarrasses a white lady very badly, and gives props to Bill Cartwright, Horace Grant, and Barack Obama.

And here, he terrifies an El Paso talk show host.

With Tracy Morgan, you either love him (a lot) or you hate him (a lot). I’m pretty sure there’s nothing in between.

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the flu and the ice

On Friday, I was having a pleasant drive from Eagan to my hometown, when somewhere just after I passed through Kansas City, my muscles started aching. Odd, I thought, since I’d been sitting on my ass rocking out to some really bad mix CDs I found while going through boxes of shit in my apartment. I thought maybe I’d just rocked too damn hard.

Fast forward an hour later when I finally got to my parents’ house and spent the next few hours under a blanket, with my Minnesota Swarm skull cap still on, because I wasn’t a fan of the heat that tends to escape from the top of my cute head.

I turned it into a Nyquil night, and woke up the next morning to find out that my dog had pissed in my parents’ house (that went over well), because I’d passed out so hard I didn’t even wake up when he tried to tell me he had to pee. DayQuil and I got reacquainted, and I ended up heading over with the family to the Triple Birthday Party (my granny, my great aunt, and my cousin all have birthdays in mid/late February) for a couple of hours. I honestly felt pretty good at this point.

Last night after the big birthday bash, I tried to make it another Nyquil Night, but it apparently didn’t work because I was up every two hours hacking my lungs out. It’s one of those annoying coughs that won’t stop, even though there’s really no reason to be coughing. Sometime during the night, I’m pretty sure I wound up with a fever or at least a fever I could actually recognize. I tend to be pretty hot (yes, in more than one way!) most of the time, but this was kind of ridiculous.

It broke early in the afternoon, but I’m back to the whole Feeling Like Ass stage of whatever it is I have. I need to at least upgrade things to at least Slightly Fatigued or something, because I have this whole thing called packing up all of my worldly possessions and putting them into a 17′ foot truck this coming Saturday that I kind of need to do.  (Hey, did you clear your schedule? Because I can use all the help I can get!)

And to top it off, the Iowa DOT is politely informing me that all of I-35 is "completely covered with mixed snow ice or slush, towing services prohibited", so that might make tomorrow’s drive home, well, non-existent.

I just wanna go home. And, you know, not die in the process.

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happy valentine’s day!

Here’s the thing. As a chronic never-have-a-Valentine type of person, I don’t really go out of my way of celebrating Valentine’s Day. It’s not because I hate it and want to cut my wrists every 14th of February, just so I can feel. It’s because of the following:

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hmm

Halfway propagated; halfway screwed up.

Hey, I’m new at learning all of this MySQL database importing business. I can’t really say I’m a fan of it either!

Like, you’re seeing the main page, right? But what happens when you click on a link somewhere within two dolla? Is it a 404 page for you, too?

Hmm.

Edited: Holy shit, I think I fixed it. If you’re bored right about now (or anytime really), would you mind poking around and making sure everything works like it’s supposed to? You can comment here or email me at wendymn@gmail.com and let me know either way and then I’d totally be your best friend. FOREVER EVEN.

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