...but no Internet connection.
What a pain in the ass.
I didn't really want to go with them because I don't like Time Warner. They must've known I was pro-coyote because all they've done is jerk me around. I regret that I wasn't happy enough with dial-up because this has been nothing but stress. If I had it to do over again, I never would've done it. I'd rather have gone to the library once a month and dealt with the junkies. Here's the gist:
- Ordered online.
- Later found out that my order hadn't cleared despite getting a page that said my order had been processed.
- Had to re-order.
- Was told my install date would be pushed back even further.
- Complained to supervisor and had to walk through how I ordered it online because Time Warner "has many pages". What, that you can order from? Why don't they do themselves a fucking favor and stick with one? Unless she was talking about a different city's TW page which just makes her retarded. How the fuck should I be able to order cable internet in Atlanta or something with my SA address?
- Then said just because the page said my order was processed, doesn't mean it was processed. FTW. She said because TW wants to make sure the customer has time to "back out". This basically infers, judging by the steps in their website and what she said in conversation, that TW gives you four times to back out. That doesn't count when "tech" calls to confirm whether or not he should come to install, which imo would also give the customer the opportunity to cancel their order before being billed.
- Waited all day Monday with almost no sleep for installation dude who never fucking came. He called around 7:30 promising to keep me "posted" then called at 9:10 with an unapologetic "I have no one". Monkey-fucker, why couldn't he have just said he couldn't fucking do it instead of wasting more of my time?
- Installation guy came today and took over an hour to get here. (It takes a little to over an hour to get to my dad's and he lives out of town. It should not have taken some 70 minutes plus in non-peak traffic to get to where I live when I'm only thirty minutes at most away from anything here that matters.)
- He then made a hole in my wall where I did not want it. Thanks for asking, fucker. Now I have a hole to repair.
- Informed me installation would be $40 bucks when it clearly said installation was free on the online order form AND when I told the chick taking my order the second time--when she asked if where I ordered had an installation cost--NO, installation is free. $0.00 != $39.99.
- Installation guy also said I'd have to pay $25 upfront. Not really complaining about this but it would have been nice to have been TOLD.
- I wanted to test it before he left and he's all "No, it should be ready to go." The only reason I let him escape is because I could tell that if I had problems, he'd have no fucking idea how to help me. I could tell from the eyes. All he probably does is drill holes and screw cables.
I was told it was just going to work. I didn't actually believe that, but I didn't think I wouldn't be able to figure it out. Been trying to fix this shit all day while falling in and out of sleepyness. At one point, TW's cheap ass cable got stuck in my laptop and I thought it was gonna fucking break. On my laptop, it prompts for a name and password and I never got those things. I never got a welcome mail or any documentation other than the install bill receipt. For that matter, I never even anything to help me get started. I've never had this sort of connection before, what about a manual or something, fuckers? What sense does it make to have everything online (and none of it's useful) if you can't get online? (I still have MSN Dial-Up, otherwise I'd be boned.)
Called supervisor lady to fix bill because if I knew I'd be paying $60 bucks up front, I *never* would have bothered with it. She hasn't called me back yet.
Meanwhile, I got a call about not one but two possible jobs, including a job interview that I hadn't expected to actually get an interview for. So now I'm panicking because I'm not prepared. I wasn't even gonna start seriously looking into jobs until mid-July.
In the early afternoon I was feeling real down so went to pet my cat to feel better and saw a fucking tapeworm wiggling in her fur near her butt. The image is burned into my brain forever. So now here comes another vet bill. I couldn't eat all day because all I kept seeing was that worm, shaking his groove thang like a salt shaker. I started cleaning like nuts, too. My poor Toki is giving me this sad face but all I can picture it the worm at her ass so I don't want her near me.
I haven't wanted to curl up into a ball and die this much in a while.
I want my daddy.
