April 1, 2005
Tuesday and Wednesday I was walking around with a really nasty dry cough. Made climbing the two flights of stairs to my apartment a real winner. Thursday the cough went away only to be replaced by allergies. I've been doing the nasal-faucet thing since about 9:00 this morning, and have to wait until I get home at about 5:30 to do something about it.
On the upside, everyone in the office knows where I am at all times.
And Now For Something Completely Different, 1:23PM: Those fucktards at Cox just might be even more incompetent than Verizon, which I didn't think was humanly possible.
This morning I got a call from a guy who had just finished his English As A Forty-Third Language course, saying he was from Cox and that I had an appointment for between 1:00 and 3:00. After trying in vain to understand what the hell he was saying I gave up and told him I'd call customer service to find out what was going on.
Customer service says there is, in fact, an appointment for between 1:00 and 3:00 for my broadband connection, but that the guy won't have to enter the apartment. Fine, I say.
Skip ahead to just now, a somewhat cranky Cox rep says the guy's been outside my apartment for 15 minutes. I pass along what this morning's rep said and she asks, but didn't you request a modem?
For the love of---
I have a modem, I say, I just need you to turn it on. She says OK and hangs up. For fuck's sake, I called on the 30th, trying to set up my account, and gave the rep my modem's serial number and MAC address. Why on earth I'd want another one is beyond me.
All I can say is that I'd goddamn well better have connectivity when I get home tonight.
