Day 101
Communication. I think I’m pretty good at it. I love snail mail. I adore email. I’m somewhat decent with phone calls. I like correspondence and getting my message across in any way, shape or form. Give me a bottle on a deserted island and I’d etch a message into a palm leaf with my teeth and send it off!
Suffice it to say … communication is my thing. Or at least I like to think it is my thing.
I moved from Chicago 33 years ago. I’ve stayed in touch with quite a few friends during all these years … friends from high school, sorority sisters from college, friends and co-workers from my first job in Denver at the oil and gas company, neighbors who have come and gone through the years – moving in and our of my life, my parents’ friends and my many Mary Kay affiliations from 23 years in that business.
Dear friends in Denver … do not fret. I will not forget you! I have not abandoned you. I am just waiting for my INTERNET SERVICE!
Of which has been DELAYED … AGAIN … for another WEEK.
Can you hear my teeth grinding?
Comcast … I’m naming names I am so fed up. For a communications company they sure are lousy at communication! Today was scheduled appointment number 2. I was to have the service guy come out between 1-3. Fine and dandy. I was ready. I was excited. I had cleared my day. I was chomping at the bit and if I were not fearful of a sexual harassment suit slapped on me – I might have even kissed the guy upon completion of internet installation.
The guy called just before noon saying he would be early. Woo -hoo. Early is GOOD! I said, “GREAT!” Bob Barker couldn’t have said it any better, “COME ON DOWN!”
Well, the noon hour came and went. I thought maybe he had a change of heart and went to get some lunch instead of coming to my place early.
One o’clock came and went. As did the two o’clock hour.
The doorbell rang at 3:00 … thank goodness! Finally!
It was NOT the Comcast guy. Rats.
Crestfallen I ended up calling the company and some guy, who could have cared less and who was probably wondering what he was going to eat for dinner, apologized and offered me $25 off my installation fee. Big whoop. I wanted to charge him my hourly rate plus gas and mileage for having to get to the library to conduct MY communications until my next newly scheduled installation time. $25 wouldn’t quite cover it.
Whatever.
So, though I’d rather be plugged in and online from the comfort of my own office or couch or bed … I’ll be communicating to the universe from the library until further notice. I wonder if they’d mind if I showed up in my pj’s and slippers?