VerizzzzzzzonThere is always a fly in the ointment. In the case of my new apartment that fly goes by the name of Verizon.
We called Verizon. We gave them our address. We asked for phone service and DSL. They agreed. Yay!!
But the phone mysteriously never worked. And the e-mail confirming our DSL never came. This appeared to be bad news. I checked the wiring of the phone lines, and near as this amateur can tell everything is set up correctly. But we don’t seem to have the phone number we are paying for.
Then the e-mail came. Our DSL kit had shipped! Confetti fell from the ceiling. Pete and I spontaneous hugged and cheered for joy. But, as we read through the e-mail we realized there was a problem. They shipped our kit to the wrong address.
So we had to call them. But we don’t have a phone. So we had to use a phone booth, and poor Pete spent an hour outside in a hot so-cal September communicating with every tentacle of Verizon’s corporate sprawl.
The experts at Verizon have concluded that—wait for it---they are not expert after all! They have no idea what’s wrong. But they will send another expert to our apartment sometime tomorrow. What time? Oh…ANYTIME.
And, just for kicks, we should probably figure out how to get our DSL kit that they shipped to the wrong address ourselves. They know that we sit on our asses and twiddle our thumbs all day, so they have decided to help us out.
What’s that annoying buzzing I here? Oh, it’s just Verizon.