Go ahead. Try to figure out exactly how much television Isobel watched today. I bet you’ll underestimate.
The shit has been hitting the fan recently. Momentous, heart-attack causing incidents have been followed by solutions that are often better. Case in point?
Picture it: Friday night, about 11:30pm. I was online (of course) and get an email from my movers telling me that [long story short] cuz of a miscommunication, they’ve booked my moving slot on the 31st with another customer – did I still want the 1st? But. But. I have to be out of my apartment by 1pm on the 31st! What the hell am I going to do now?
I start freaking out, picturing asking a friend if we can stay with her family on the night of the 31st, if her mom will let us rent a truck on her credit card, if she can babysit and her husband can help me load up the truck and then park it at their building.
Next day, a panicked message to my new landlord about whether it would be okay to move in early, since the movers responded to my thinly veiled bitchiness with the offer of an earlier date. Landlord says sure, fine.
The world is a wonderful place.
This was going somewhere.
This morning, first thing (ish), I called the utilities providers to switch my account to the new place. Power? No problem. Even a lower rate at the new place, by like $8 a month. The phone/internet provider? I might want to hack them up into little pieces. Because the soonest they could have a technician out to hook up my service would be the 8th.
Um. I’m moving on the 30th. Wanna take bets on how long I could let that go, not being able to sit on the internet and do nothing, all night (and day)? Yeah, about 2 hours. Oh, and the kicker was that another technician would have to come to disconnect the service at this suite – and the soonest that could happen is the 5th.
So. I FTFO. I plurked it. I steamed and smoked. Honestly, I even kicked Isobel’s doggy, but don’t tell her that. I was a little upset.
Then I called the complete and hugest fall back provider, ever. And they offered me a free laptop, a phone bundle that gives me three services for the price of one and long distance, a free modem and a technician will come set it all up for me. On the 31st.
So ladies and gents (I see you two, lurking in the shadows), you won’t see me on plurk for pretty much all of the 30th and some large amount of the 31st. But, it’s not a nine-day hiatus, so, let’s all try to be okay with it, alright?
