Thanks s’much, Comcast!
My cable went out Monday. The box straight died on me. It’s the second time it’s happened. Probably has something to do with the fact that it’s a bit close to the heater, and all of Sugar’s hair gets caught up in the air and clogs it.
Nevertheless, I scheduled an appointment for Comcast to come and replace the box, took off work early, and sat there with J Co watching reality TV marathons for two and a half hours waiting for the fucker to arrive. Turns out he’d "pre-called" a half hour early, and since I hadn’t answered the house phone, he went buh bye.
Color me pissed.
So then I had to take the 27 Muni (aka. the Ghetto Express) out to the Comcast office, all the while listening to this crackhead couple arguing, and go in person to get it replaced….only to get it back home and find the new one didn’t work either.
So now I have another appointment for a technician to come out Saturday between 1:00 and 3:00. I’m almost always soused by then, so he better fuckin’ fix it lest I grow wroth.
