Yes, my blog is pink now. I like pink. And since this is MY month, I felt like decorating to please my fancy. Don’t like it? Just wait until July when I change it again. Neener! :p
It has been a day, I tell ya! Ever since Monday afternoon, we’ve had some really bad problems with our internet modem. The wireless was fine and we were hooked up to that, but the modem kept kicking out. It’d go off, then reset itself, then be okay for a couple of minutes, then repeat the whole cycle all over again. Darc came home from work in a good mood, and then nearly went out of his mind trying to respond to people who’d left nice comments on his DA page. Every time he’d click "post" the site would hang, and hang, and hang, and then time out. Reply lost. Can you say aggravation? I figured it was some kind of hiccup and that Comcast would get it repaired fairly quickly. Well, when I woke up Tuesday morning, guess what? Same problem. I finally called them in the afternoon. I was avoiding them, frankly, since I knew I’d have a fight on my hands about some credit they owe me for the month we were offline. (As I figured, they’re denying me some of that credit – can you say AT&T? Raquita, I think we may be having a talk as soon as I get all this straightened out!) Anyway, after talking to the billing people, I transferred over to the tech people. I explained my problem, what was happening, all that jazz. The guy told me – get this – he told me it was probably a "delayed reaction" to the storms we had last Friday, that my modem probably got damaged then but it just didn’t show up until Monday, after working fine all weekend. SIGH. Do I look like I have stupid stamped on my forehead? Don’t answer that! I went ahead and scheduled the service call for Wednesday, and he gave me a 12 hour window. Twelve hours! Can you believe that? I used to think the 4 hour window was bad, now it’s 3 times that! Holy Toledo Batman! After sighing in his ear – yes, I’ve perfected the sigh – I told him I’d be here. I hung up the phone, yelled at the kids for yelling and screaming while I was on the phone, then proceeded to get some housework done. As soon as I was done with the sink full of dishes and heading to the smoking room to take a break, it came. BLAM BLAM BLAM!
I don’t know why it is, but folks NEVER knock on our door, no, they always have to beat it to death like I’m halfway to Las Vegas and not just 20 feet away. This also happened at 8 o’clock Sunday morning. We have no idea who it was on Sunday – looked like a process server according to Darc – I was sleeping at the time but man, I thought I died the way my heart jumped with that pounding! She gave Darc the name of whoever she was looking for, a name we didn’t recognize, so she left. He said she was really … um … let’s just say he said unattractive. Yeah. She probably thought he was lying about not being the guy she was asking for. So she didn’t have a face to go with the name, which made me think process server. It makes you paranoid, that’s for sure. Why would anyone look here for some guy named Keith? Shrug.
Back to my story. Aren’t you glad?! Heheh. So as soon as I’m done with the dishes, someone’s trying to beat my door down. The kids screamed in start – good Lord, I could never fake not being home with them around! I checked out the peep-hole and who do you think it is? I know you weren’t gonna say the Comcast guy. But that’s who it was! I was probably a bit rude to him because I’m pretty sure I blurted, "You’re not supposed to be here until tomorrow!" when I opened the door. Yeah, that’s me, class all the way.
Nice kid though – quiet – at least to me. He was chatty with his buddy on his walkie-talkie. I told him what the tech support guy had told me, about the modem frying due to a delayed reaction and the kid snorted. Loudly. "Yeah, they’ll say anything to get you people off the phone. Tech support is so stupid sometimes." Well, I could tell he wasn’t trying to be rude with the "you people" line, so I let that one pass. My kids were asking him all kinds of questions: did he have kids, how old were his kids, what were his kids names, were they girls or boys, had he seen Spiderman 3, did he drive a truck, where did he park his truck? My son told him he was 6, so the baby had to tell him she was 2, and red Spiderman. My son had to amend that with the fact that she’d be 3 in July, which comes right after June you know, and that red was his favorite color and she only liked it because he did. I kept trying to shush them.
While he was trying to hook up a new (read refurbished) modem for us, the service guy called his hair stylist to try and get in after he was done at my place. He was bummed she was already gone for the day, so we chatted about the high cost of haircuts these days too. You make small talk, you know. All told he was here about an hour. The modem was bad, and so was the splitter. He said to give him a call if we had any more problems, but so far everything seems to be working fine. Whew! I’m 2 days behind now. I wanted to leave a comment on some blogs but couldn’t. Dwight had me in stitches Monday night and I wanted to let him know. Amateur talked about a sweet moment she had during her day. My bud Jules needed some comment love too. And I wanted to say hi to a new blog bud I recently found, Pink Sunshine. (Don’t you just love that name? I think it rocks!) Now, finally, I can. Better late to the party than never I suppose, but that will still have to wait for the daylight hours, which aren’t all that far away, frankly. The baby went to bed a few minutes ago, and Darc gets up in less than an hour, so sleep first for me, then catching up later today.
Don’t you love it when the week starts on a high note? Yeah, me too.
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