return of the phone

2004.03.12 6.18

Turns out my company was dumping their SprintPCS contract and switching to Verizon (unbeknownst to me). The smooth transition that'd been planned went wrong. Apparenently we signed up for the SprintPCS We Really Hate That You're Leaving™ Plan. It includes a surprise-timed interruption of service with a bonus of SprintPCS CSJs (customer service jackasses) answering their helpline phone and teasing you about what their monitors say. The same night the phone went out there was an emergency with a coworker who lives near me. She ended up spending the night in the Jeff emergency room (a.k.a. Jefferson Memorial). I can't use my cool Matrix phone on the Verizon network. I can't argue with the price (free) however, so I'll keep my yap shut and so I can keep calling my mom and dad.

And speaking of... I've since called my mom and learned that the bugs are coming from the trash that the neighbors are storing in their house. These are the white trash neighbors who live next door. I don't think the bugs are coming from them personally (being as how I've mentioned they're white trash), but from their trash-trash since they can't afford to pay for trash pickup. The head of the house died recently due to her alcoholism and now the Daughter Who's Churned Out Babies From Three Different Guys™ is officially in charge. I'm thinking they'll be gone by the summer. I told my mom I'd buy their house and bulldoze it if she wanted. Not interested. She'd rather move into a new house. New houses are nice. They're, well, new. The house I own was new when I moved in back in 1978. It's not that it's old now, but all the cool stuff that comes with new houses is clearly missing. You know, the home bling. I had a dream that I bought a bunch of houses in my neighborhood and turned that into a lucrative rental side business. Unfortunately I don't recall exactly how I got the money to do the buying. I must have dozed off during that part of the dream. It sure wasn't from playing freakin' blackjack.

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Disclaimer: The views and opinions expressed here are my own only and in no way represent the views, positions or opinions - expressed or implied - of my employers both past and present. « system to the shock \| Main \| late » return of the phone 2004.03.12 6.18 Turns out my company was dumping their SprintPCS contract and switching to Verizon (unbeknownst to me). The smooth transition that'd been planned went wrong. Apparenently we signed up for the SprintPCS We Really Hate That You're Leaving™ Plan. It includes a surprise-timed interruption of service with a bonus of SprintPCS CSJs (customer service jackasses) answering their helpline phone and teasing you about what their monitors say. The same night the phone went out there was an emergency with a coworker who lives near me. She ended up spending the night in the Jeff emergency room (a.k.a. Jefferson Memorial). I can't use my cool Matrix phone on the Verizon network. I can't argue with the price (free) however, so I'll keep my yap shut and so I can keep calling my mom and dad. And speaking of... I've since called my mom and learned that the bugs are coming from the trash that the neighbors are storing in their house. These are the white trash neighbors who live next door. I don't think the bugs are coming from them personally (being as how I've mentioned they're white trash), but from their trash-trash since they can't afford to pay for trash pickup. The head of the house died recently due to her alcoholism and now the Daughter Who's Churned Out Babies From Three Different Guys™ is officially in charge. I'm thinking they'll be gone by the summer. I told my mom I'd buy their house and bulldoze it if she wanted. Not interested. She'd rather move into a new house. New houses are nice. They're, well, new. The house I own was new when I moved in back in 1978. It's not that it's old now, but all the cool stuff that comes with new houses is clearly missing. You know, the home bling. I had a dream that I bought a bunch of houses in my neighborhood and turned that into a lucrative rental side business. Unfortunately I don't recall exactly how I got the money to do the buying. I must have dozed off during that part of the dream. It sure wasn't from playing freakin' blackjack. « system to the shock \| Main \| late »