It's Comcastic!

(NOT)

Many of you have realized that I changed my e mail address. The story goes like this. A lovely young man, who emigrated to the US from Cypress (by way of Slovakia, long story) and now works for Comcast came to my door last week.
Last week I was all atwitter, and ready, bags packed by the door for Portland. I didn't WANT to think about Comcast. But he made me.
It turns out, that since I am a slave to them for any decent television, (I can't strap a sattelight to anything here), it would save me money to let them commandeer my internet and telephone systems, as well.
I am my father's daughter, and ALL for saving some money where I can. (So I can spend it on something else. Like another trip to Portland. Or nice lingerie. Ahem.)
Anyhoo- since this seemed to be a way to save, I went ahead and gave them permission to come take me over.
Yesterday, was C- Day. My appointment window was 8-12, so of course the asshat didn't arrive until 11:45. MM was coming over for a slumber party last night and I had wanted to go to the store for various things. But it took Mr. Asshat almost 4 hours to do what he came to do.
At one point, he wasn't able to get online. Then he discovered it's much easier to do so when the modem is connected to the computer. Things went a little better after that. The whole time he was working he kept nattering on about things, stupid things. Like the person who lived in my apartment before me, (Celtic Rose's sister, actually), and the art work I have on my walls and desktop (okay not stupid, but he was clueless) and also about how he showed his 14 year old daughter "The Clockwork Orange". AND, if I remember correctly, at one point, he asked me what I did for a living, and I stupidly told him. Then he called me Nurse Ratched. Asshat. I'm not a psych nurse. But if I was? I'd have totally had him committed for showing A Clockwork Orange to a 14 year old girl.
Then, he proceeded to make a hole in my wall in the kitchen. He cleverly tried to disguise it with the plate that holds the phone jack into place, but I can still see it. And, there was no need for the hole to begin with! He didn't really change anything over there that I can see. Bastard.
When MM got here, I told him my tale of woe, and showed him the hole. He just shook his head, and said
"I could have done that for you". (Did he mean make the hole, or update my phone system to Comcast?). He meant all the computer stuff, actually. Since he does that for a living.
But all is well that ends well. My internet is actually faster now, and nothing has reached out to shock me. I can fix, er, disguise the hole in the wall with some putty, and stuff. And I had a nice night with MM.