Also, My Tooth Hurts
28 April 2000
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Also, My Tooth Hurts
28 April 2000
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9:13 PM: Ha. Ha Ha, I say. Yesterday, I was starting to tell the whole sad story of trying to get DSL service from Pacific Bell, but had to cut it short because I had to go take a meeting. Now this meet, it happened to be with Lana. And in the course of it, I naturally whined my little whine about how stuoopeed they are, this Pac Bell or Southwestern Bell or Your Momma's Bell or whoever the mysterious entity actually selling and providing the service might be. But my theory was, bad install, really cheap monthly service. The install only happens once. The cheap keeps on going.
The problem with that theory is that it presumes the cheap monthly service to be worth having. It turns out that Lana is actually a current customer of Pac Bell, in addition to Covad via DNAI who is RCN now who will probably be AT&T tomorrow it's just not worth knowing who anyone or anything is anymore have you noticed that? She told me that, no, this idiocy being displayed during installation is not an isolated experience; it keeps up as part of the regular service. Whereupon I sayeth, Fuck That.
So! Today, after days and days and hours of being put on hold, and yelling at people, and yelling at supervisors, after all the lies and stupidity and incompetence - Today, I got to call up their silly toll-free number, zone out during their silly hold muzak, and tell one of their silly little customer disservice reps, No thank you please. Cancel it. Why? Ha ha. Don't ask.
Now I am trying out these other people and we will see. Soon hope fast fast soon.
Another meeting this morning too, by the way. Very bad. My eyes hurt amazingly right now, like I'd been up for days. That's kind of odd, it's not like I haven't gone out drinking and then gone into work on four hours of sleep before. Maybe it was eating breakfast at the Pork Store in upper Haight. I thought it would be a nice treat. It kinda was, but then it kinda all turned to grease right there on the plate - and friends, for me to complain about greasy food, you know we're talking about the La Brea Grease Pits. Senior portions, here I come...
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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