I've been busy relocating my office the past two days and one of the biggest glitches is that I have no phones or internet access. Not that I didn't place the order in plenty of time, but our phone company - let's call them "HellSouth" - managed to screw it up: first they input the changeover date as two days after the actual date requested, then sent a technician who activated the lines to terminate at the BUILDING I'm now in, but not to the particular office. If you knew the size and scope of the building complex I'm now inhabiting, you'd know how absurd that is. My next complaint call redispatched a technician (or so I was told) but hours later, still no service. I made a follow-up call to a very nice, very intelligent customer service rep who talked with the technician and reported back to me thusly (actual quote which I am SO not making up for blogging purposes): "He said he went to that building, building three, right? but there were so many offices in there he didn't know which one to go to so he left." Yeah. I guess that suite number on the billing and on the paperwork, which intriguingly enough matches the one painted in large letters over my doorway, would not in any way, shape or form constitute a frickin' CLUE.
In the meantime, the World's Greatest Boss keeps asking me things like, "When are the phones going to be on?", "Do you have to have phones to use the internet?", "When are they going to be here?", "Why didn't they call you back?", "When are we going to be fully functional?" I'd answer him but my crystal ball seems to be on the fritz, as well.
After work, I decided I deserved a little reward for all the fuckwittage I've been through this week, so I stopped by my favorite game store to pick up God of War, which came highly recommended from Game Geek Scott, a co-worker of Alan. You will never BELIEVE what happened. They made me PAY for it! In money! The effrontery! I have not paid full price fifty bucks for a new release game more than once or twice in my life. Tragically, Jaz, who used to supply my games for free, transferred to another store. Henceforth, I shall be required to use dollars to feed my PS2 habit! My budget is quaking and near collapse. O Gaming Gods, why do you mock me?!? WHY?!?
MONTOYA DELENDA EST!
In the meantime, the World's Greatest Boss keeps asking me things like, "When are the phones going to be on?", "Do you have to have phones to use the internet?", "When are they going to be here?", "Why didn't they call you back?", "When are we going to be fully functional?" I'd answer him but my crystal ball seems to be on the fritz, as well.
After work, I decided I deserved a little reward for all the fuckwittage I've been through this week, so I stopped by my favorite game store to pick up God of War, which came highly recommended from Game Geek Scott, a co-worker of Alan. You will never BELIEVE what happened. They made me PAY for it! In money! The effrontery! I have not paid full price fifty bucks for a new release game more than once or twice in my life. Tragically, Jaz, who used to supply my games for free, transferred to another store. Henceforth, I shall be required to use dollars to feed my PS2 habit! My budget is quaking and near collapse. O Gaming Gods, why do you mock me?!? WHY?!?
MONTOYA DELENDA EST!
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