After six days without service, I finally have a dial tone. And if you don't think I've missed the Internet, then you are craaaazy.
See, a month ago I paid my phone bill. And those charming people at Qwest applied my payment to the account of the person who used to have my phone number. I know, because they told me today. They couldn't figure it out when I first called, December 14th. Or the second time, December 28th. Even the nice lady I talked to on January 3rd--after my phone was disconnected--didn't understand it. But they could see that I had made a payment. They just couldn't tell my account that I had. And apparently knowing that you made a payment isn't reason enough to actually fix your f*cking phone.
Needless to say, I don't have a lot of good to say about the phone company right now. In fact, if you ask me, having spent one month, five phone calls, and almost two hours of hold time, I think we're switching providers. They didn't even offer me any discounts for not being able to use my service for a *week*.
1 comment:
You ought to try one of those bundled packages where you get phone/internet/television via satellite. The nice thing about being in the heart of the city is that you probably have a lot of options.
Of course, that might only make $$$ sense if you dropped your cell and went to a land line.
Sorry to hear your New Year started off with a splat!
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