This is downright inhumane! I can't believe this is what could be considered acceptable living conditions! I am going to write to my congressman. This has got to change!
I'm not talking about the sorry state of our government. I'm not talking about the misery that is my job. No, my friends, this is a new complaint in the World According to Marney. When I arrived home from work last night, I was totally prepared for the sauna that is my apartment in the summer. It may be 95 outside, but it's a cool 94 in my place. No, that is not the brunt of my complaint. I went to turn on the TV only to find that my cable service was down. Being the former IT chick, I immediately checked all of the cables, cords and wires. No, they were just fine. Then I ran to my last bill. No, that was paid almost 2 weeks ago. So I picked up the phone and called. The woman had good reason to believe that the bad signal I was getting could be because of my ancient (8-year-old) cable box. Did I want to have someone come to look at it over the weekend for a fee or would I like to exchange the box at the main office within the next hour before they close? Before the phone left my ear, the box was disconnected and in a bag.
Upon my return home with a shiny new box and remote, with buttons that actually work, I began connecting cords. Of course, there are no instruction as to have this thing gets put together, so I'm winging it. Alas, no picture. Oh, and keep in mind that because I live in a city with more information clogging up the air than pollution, I don't even receive local channels without going bling from the distortion. Back on the phone only to find out that between my crazy schedule and the cable company's "time slots" the next time I may have a clear picture again will be sometime between 2 and 6PM on SUNDAY.
I tried the whole watch a DVD thing, but for some strange reason, the sound kept going out and I couldn't deal with that right now. So I pulled out the old playstation that has been collecting dust for the past 6 months and brushed up on some Crash Bandicoot 2. I have to admit, that didn't last long. So now, I have no background noise to keep me from going nutty in my apartment and no air to cool me down. There is no way I can get anything done under these conditions. Even reading becomes a bit tried. Don't even think about picking up the needles. Not for this chicky. Well, the good thing about all of this is I was planning on being at the theatre both tonight and tomorrow night. As for Saturday, I will be spending the early part of it waiting for a delivery of a TON of produce for the BBQ that I am co-hosting that evening. A friend and I are sharing our birthday celebrations (hers June 15th and mine July 14th) by throwing a BBQ in Queens for all of our backyardless friends. I may be able to last that long....
I'm not talking about the sorry state of our government. I'm not talking about the misery that is my job. No, my friends, this is a new complaint in the World According to Marney. When I arrived home from work last night, I was totally prepared for the sauna that is my apartment in the summer. It may be 95 outside, but it's a cool 94 in my place. No, that is not the brunt of my complaint. I went to turn on the TV only to find that my cable service was down. Being the former IT chick, I immediately checked all of the cables, cords and wires. No, they were just fine. Then I ran to my last bill. No, that was paid almost 2 weeks ago. So I picked up the phone and called. The woman had good reason to believe that the bad signal I was getting could be because of my ancient (8-year-old) cable box. Did I want to have someone come to look at it over the weekend for a fee or would I like to exchange the box at the main office within the next hour before they close? Before the phone left my ear, the box was disconnected and in a bag.
Upon my return home with a shiny new box and remote, with buttons that actually work, I began connecting cords. Of course, there are no instruction as to have this thing gets put together, so I'm winging it. Alas, no picture. Oh, and keep in mind that because I live in a city with more information clogging up the air than pollution, I don't even receive local channels without going bling from the distortion. Back on the phone only to find out that between my crazy schedule and the cable company's "time slots" the next time I may have a clear picture again will be sometime between 2 and 6PM on SUNDAY.
I tried the whole watch a DVD thing, but for some strange reason, the sound kept going out and I couldn't deal with that right now. So I pulled out the old playstation that has been collecting dust for the past 6 months and brushed up on some Crash Bandicoot 2. I have to admit, that didn't last long. So now, I have no background noise to keep me from going nutty in my apartment and no air to cool me down. There is no way I can get anything done under these conditions. Even reading becomes a bit tried. Don't even think about picking up the needles. Not for this chicky. Well, the good thing about all of this is I was planning on being at the theatre both tonight and tomorrow night. As for Saturday, I will be spending the early part of it waiting for a delivery of a TON of produce for the BBQ that I am co-hosting that evening. A friend and I are sharing our birthday celebrations (hers June 15th and mine July 14th) by throwing a BBQ in Queens for all of our backyardless friends. I may be able to last that long....
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