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September 08, 2007
Internet Installation
In another demonstration of it's never as easy as it should be, the Comcast cable installer arrived at my doorstep on Wednesday afternoon. Or, rather, Wednesday evening. I was dutifully present from 2 p.m. to 5 p.m. and at 5:02 p.m. called to ask whether I should still expect them to show up. I was assured that a tech person was on their way, and indeed—at 5:20 p.m. a surly young woman did show up.
She poked around for a few minutes and announced there was a bad MDU and that she couldn't fix it. No, there was nothing she could do--I would have to schedule another appointment. No, they had no time slots available this week. No, there was absolutely no way to get it completed before I left for Canada. But yes, they could schedule me in for 12 days from now. Could I be there between 8 a.m. and 11 a.m.? Perfect.
So for the last couple of days I have been lurking around the Seattle's Best Coffee (secret subsidiary of Starbucks, and permanent fixture in Border's Bookstores), using their pay-by-the-hour internet service. I grow weary of it, dear reader. Thank goodness that I'm leaving for another trip to Canada tomorrow morning—where I'll be wearing specially fitted steel toed boots and roaming around a mine site, miles from internet and mobile phone access. Because THAT is a good reason to be out of touch.
New tally: Comcast 2, Ms. Write Again Soon 0.
