jujube
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Sometime this morning, I looked out in the front yard and there were red arrows spraypainted on the grass and little red flags posted. I went out and looked at the flags and there was a company name and a phone number. I called the phone number and the company said they had been contacted by AT&T for a "phone drop" and sent out to map out the Duke Energy main line into our house. They gave me a number in Louisiana to call. No surprise, the number isn't answered, can't leave a number.
We're not getting an AT&T phone drop. We don't have AT&T. We don't want AT&T. AT&T has been in the neighborhood for the last couple of months, laying down "fiber", tearing everything up and causing all sorts of problems. I spit on AT&T and I hope their office gets infested with bed bugs.
The big problem is that the spray painted arrows cross over the new waterline that we spent thousands of dollars a few months ago getting put in from the street to the house. So, needless to say, we want NO digging in our yard.
So, I take on the guaranteed-to-be-a-total-disaster call to AT&T. Of course, you can't get a human until you tell them what you want. What I WANT isn't understood by the "automated operator". After yelling AGENT! about ten times, I get an agent (after a lengthy wait, of course). I explain my problem. He can't help me but he'll transfer me. Click. Disconnect.
Call back, get another agent (after the required dance of the hours). He, at least this time, DOES transfer me to another department. I ask for the direct number; no, can't do that, he HAS to transfer me. The lady there takes my name, address and telephone number, listens to my problem, says she will check on it, "please hold". Of course, CLICK! DISCONNECT! And, you won't be surprised, she has not called me back.
I have to start all over again. I need a drink. Or a psychiatric appointment.
I swear, I'm going to sit out in the yard with a gun and shoot the first person who shows up with digging equipment. Just kidding, of course. I'll just turn the hose on them. I just wish I had a pitbull trained to attack.
Up until now, I have been calm and polite on the phone. I don't think I have any "polite" left in my soul. The Wrath of the Dragon Lady is on the way.
Please say a prayer for me. I'm headed back to the phone.
We're not getting an AT&T phone drop. We don't have AT&T. We don't want AT&T. AT&T has been in the neighborhood for the last couple of months, laying down "fiber", tearing everything up and causing all sorts of problems. I spit on AT&T and I hope their office gets infested with bed bugs.
The big problem is that the spray painted arrows cross over the new waterline that we spent thousands of dollars a few months ago getting put in from the street to the house. So, needless to say, we want NO digging in our yard.
So, I take on the guaranteed-to-be-a-total-disaster call to AT&T. Of course, you can't get a human until you tell them what you want. What I WANT isn't understood by the "automated operator". After yelling AGENT! about ten times, I get an agent (after a lengthy wait, of course). I explain my problem. He can't help me but he'll transfer me. Click. Disconnect.
Call back, get another agent (after the required dance of the hours). He, at least this time, DOES transfer me to another department. I ask for the direct number; no, can't do that, he HAS to transfer me. The lady there takes my name, address and telephone number, listens to my problem, says she will check on it, "please hold". Of course, CLICK! DISCONNECT! And, you won't be surprised, she has not called me back.
I have to start all over again. I need a drink. Or a psychiatric appointment.
I swear, I'm going to sit out in the yard with a gun and shoot the first person who shows up with digging equipment. Just kidding, of course. I'll just turn the hose on them. I just wish I had a pitbull trained to attack.
Up until now, I have been calm and polite on the phone. I don't think I have any "polite" left in my soul. The Wrath of the Dragon Lady is on the way.
Please say a prayer for me. I'm headed back to the phone.