…I haven’t been in much of a writing mood lately, as you can well imagine. I will resume my blog once things settle down a bit. Pray that everything works out, please.
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The most recent issue of New Yorker depicts a woman receiving an Amazon.com delivery, and she happens to live next to an independently-owned bookstore.
Under normal circumstances, I might have appreciated that irony. 
Especially when your goddam air conditioner has the brokenz. I have not slept since Thursday night — right now the temperature inside my apartment is 91 degrees…so…
I am going to stay in the cafe. All night. The air conditioner down here works just fine, in fact I’m here now — typing away. I have two cookbooks with me, my jewelry-making stuff, and I’ll probably order some Chinese (since Zella’s is closed on Tuedays) and I am going to sleep down here on the floor. So if you see me sprawled out on the floor, no I’m not dead — just dead tired. But I’ll be open at 6:30 for coffee!
Tags: air conditioning, heat, hell, summer sucksWhew! I’ve never worked so hard to give someone money…
As you may have noticed, the blog has been down for a while. I lost my Visa card and had to report it to the card issuer (and then promptly found it again…dammit) so I couldn’t pay for my hosting. Thankfully I was able to find an alternate payment solution, thanks to the folks in the Godaddy billing department.
All is well.
Tags: billing, Godaddy, Visa, web hostingBefore I get started on my tale of woe with Comcast, I have to mention - there’s a guy outside on the sidewalk yelling “HEY” every two minutes or so. He’s been at it now for about a half hour, and I’m about to dump dirty dishwater on him.
Anyhoo…
So my rosy glow for Comcast wore off. The guy never showed for two appointments, and they’re scheduled to come on Monday. Anyone care to bet on whether they’ll actually show up? I’ve tried so hard to like this company — after all, their ads suggest a certain geek coolness…but no — they’re the same no-show unreliable “we don’t know why your appointment isn’t in the schedule anymore” fucktard cable company they’ve always been. So between Verizon and Comcast, I still have no phone or data network for the cafe, and I haven’t watched TV since Clinton was in the White House. Okay so that’s an exaggeration, but WTF ever. I want my cable, dammit. Connect my shit! I still haven’t watched the Project Runway finale, and I already know who won. This is just so wrong.
Tags: cable, Comcast is still the devil, customer service crap, installation, TVSo my phone service and data network in the cafe went down today and won’t be up and running again until Monday…maybe. Gee, thanks for that, Verizon. And thanks also for making me talk to at least eight different people before getting to the right department. And thanks so much for the voice-activated phone system that refused to respond to my requests for “Customer Service” and “Get me a beer, bitch.”
So…I guess it’s time I finally say goodbye to Verizon. Truthfully, until today, I never had any problems with my phone, internet, or credit card network. But I have noticed an incredible decline in the quality of their customer service personnel. One guy today said that I needed to call my “Local Business Office” and then gave me a phone number with an 804 area code. Um, that’s in Richmond. Richmond is in Virginia. I am nowhere near Richmond, nor am I in Virginia. You sir, are a fucktard. Buy a map puzzle of the United States, preferably one that is giant-size, and shove it.
Oh — one last thing. To the people at JD Power and Associates who gave Verizon all of those customer service awards….yeah, you’re a scam.
So…back to Comcast. I called them two weeks ago in anticipation of moving, and was told that my new address (the address of the cafe) doesn’t exist and they’d have to do a “survey” to see if they’d be able to offer any services to that address. Huh? What century are we in now? Hm. The lady said she’d call me back in “seven to ten business days” to give me an answer. Oooo…will I be able to join the cool kids’ club?
Why yes, yes I will. Of course nobody ever called back, but I did manage to find someone at Comcast who was able to make my address appear on their vast Cray Super-Duper-Tuber-Computer and I’m scheduled for a Thursday afternoon installation of my shiny new digital cable. No installation fee! Free box and remote! On Demand shiz! Woo. Hopefully they’ll show up and everything will go smoothly. Hm. If it goes well, I will be kissing Verizon goodbye forever and Comcast (the cable company formerly known as THE DEVIL) will also supply me with internet service. Maybe. Hm.
Tags: Comcast, customer service debacles, hell, moving, The Devil, Verizon1. I am not a racist.
2. I do not hate Black people. (Duh…)
3. I have never, nor would I ever, say that anyone’s place of business is a front for drug activity.
4. I have never been involved in “putting articles in the paper” with regard to #3 above. I was featured in an article in the Baltimore Sun, but anyone with a second-grade education should be able to read and understand it.
5. I do not spend my days calling the police on drug addicts, drug dealers, random pedestrians, or anyone else. You might have that kind of free time, but I don’t.
And may I add, anyone who says otherwise is a fucking asshole.
That’s all. Carry on.
Tags: Baltimore, crazies, hate crimes, idiots, Pigtown, racist bullshit, stupidityWhatever Tom Cruise is smoking these days, I pray to…whomever….they don’t start selling it on the streets of Pigtown. Wow. That poor Katie Holmes…
Tags: crazies, Scientology, Tom CruiseSo. The holidays are here, from what I understand. And my mother is coming for three days. And I have to buy a Christmas tree. Not just any Christmas tree, mind you, but a real tree. And now I need to scrounge an Area 15 visitor’s pass from one of my neighbors. And buy food. And make sure I have clean sheets…of course there’s no guest bedroom, so WTF I’m worrying about sheets, I have no idea. OMG and towels. Baby J hates me.
“Where am I going to get a Christmas tree? I don’t have a car.”
“Don’t people sell them in your neighborhood somewhere?”
“If someone’s selling a Christmas tree in my neighborhood, chances are they stole it from one of my neighbors.”
“Well the neighborhood made the news.”
“Whose neighborhood?”
“For God’s sake….MY neighborhood. Who else’s neighborhood would I tell a story about?”
“Why did it make the news?”
“We’ve had over 100 burglaries this year alone.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t come down then.”
“Oh don’t worry, they don’t come when anyone’s home…just when people are at work.”
Apparently that’s okay, because she’s coming. For three days.
To quote Johnny Dollar, OMG WTF.
Tags: Christmas, Holidays, My mother, Pigtown