As many of you know by now, I’m packing. We are moving in 9 days, 14 hours and a handful of minutes.
Do you want to see the chaos? I know you do:
Here is one wall of my office. Box for my digital camera? Check. Box for my backup drive? Check. Box for my cell? Che-- Wait. Why do I need the box for my cell? I’m not packing it back up, right? Well, I might need it for something. (Please note the small amount of post-its in the above shot.)
Lest you think I exaggerate about my love of paper. Can you tell that I work with several different clients at once? Again…notice my plethora of colored Post-its. The scariest part is that I know what every single piece of paper is for…and they’re all important! Needless to say, my office will be the last to pack up. (The document on my laptop is this one, btw.)
Here’s the hall. More chaos…more boxes.
The dining room. Looks like we’re about to have a tag sale, right? (Gigi: The potted plant is on the deck!)
One half of the garage. The tarp is stuff going to Laura’s for storage. I’m not done yet. (Shhh. Don’t tell her.)
My routine is to work a little, then pack a lot….then work a little, then pack some more…then work a little. Today, all hell broke loose when we lost both internet and phone. The cable was still on…but that’s my least important electronic connection to the outside world. Figures, right?
By the time I got a hold of Comcast on my cell, (standing on a stepstool in the corner of the living room with my left hand holding the cell out the window, whilst yelling into the speaker phone) I was already DONE. Dialing wasn’t so bad…but then they wanted me to:
- enter my home telephone number with area code
- enter the last 4 digits of my social
- if I was interested in taking a survey, press 1…if not, press 2
- if I was calling about the switch to digital, press 1…otherwise press 2
It then switched me to a customer service representative…but first, I had to hold for approximately 5 minutes due to “large call volume”. Fortunately, I had no desire to boogie whilst on the stepstool to “Sunshine on My Shoulder” by John Denver…and I believe I only dry heaved a little.
By the time the gal came on the line, I almost wept with joy. But, she didn’t say, “ThankyouforcallingComcastthisisDaniellehowmayIhelpyou?” like I expected…instead she was evidently talking to someone else. When I angrily said, “HELLO?” she promptly hung up.
After repeating the entire process, I reported our outage and was informed that I was the only one having a problem…and they could have a technician out on Sunday morning, at the earliest. No amount of cajoling or bribing was gonna change things, so I dejectedly took the first open slot and ended the call.
It then dawned on me that I’d better forward the calls from the house line to my cell, or no-one will realize the line is down…for it’ll go straight into voicemail. I walked over to my computer to log on to Comcast to forward my ca---…wait. I have no internet. Okaaaay…I’ll just use the phone to---
Huh. I have no telephone. I tried to log onto Comcast from my blackberry…the site wouldn’t let me sign in remotely. This meant I’d have to call Comcast back to have the guy break into my account to forward my calls, changing my password temporarily to “shimmygirl” (his choice).
About 30 minutes ago, I saw the little blue icon that symbolizes that we have internet!!!
This time I really did weep with joy…but in a totally good way.
Have a fabulous weekend, all!
(Friday’s blog post? Check…)