...while the cable guy was wandering around in the yard???
We had some really bad weather blow through the area early on Tuesday morning - I awoke to rolling thunder and lots of flashing lights outside, making it look like people with flood lights were standing out in the yard waving at the house. You probably read about those scary tornadoes that ripped up communities in east Alabama? We are not much farther to the east of there, though we had no discernible wind damage. Apparently we took a hit on the cable box, as we were without for a couple of days. I was not sad whatsoever about the lack of television reception, but after a couple of days of no Internet for email and blogging, I think I might have been having some withdrawal symptoms. If it had not resolved today, it's likely I would be sitting in the parking lot of the chic-fil-a, pecking away.
When I came in from work on Tuesday afternoon, and found TP sitting in the kitchen, reading old newspapers, desperate for entertainment, I asked how long he thought was appropriate to wait before calling for report his problem/request service. He confessed he had already called three times to try to get some relief from his excessive boredom. Thoroughly annoyed that he could not talk to a real person to vent, and was only getting a recording that reported they knew there was some difficulty and they were trying to 'resolve the issues. Then when he called one last time, the real person said they would have a service person here between 1:00 and 3:00 on Thursday.
So, though completely inconvenienced and profoundly aggravated, he took some solace in the fact that the Mediacom guy was coming. I think part of the problem is that he sat at home all day, awaiting repairman arrival, and could not amuse himself with junkfood for the brain on the TV, so he was well past boredom. Relax: it's fixed, the cable guy has come and gone, and he is sitting in his recliner, sleeping to the TV. So, you might well ask - what was the point of all this: the great urgency of having the cable back in service? The huge necessity for getting the CSI turned on again? Just to take a nap with the TV on?
When I was following the cable guy around the house, I asked him about relocating that horrible-ugly black plastic box that is attached to the wall in the kitchen. Located about 18 inches up from the floor, where the huge desk used to sit in a corner when the computer was in a public place. Desk and computer got relocated several years ago when we had the house painted, but the horrible-ugly black box is still a monstrous eye-sore on the kitchen wall.
Cable guy said we needed to have a bigger weatherproof box installed on the back of the house, where the cables are all connected. So he would put in a work order, and the person who will come replace the container full of wires could also relocate the horrible-ugly black plastic box. Right now, it looks like a box with an escaping octopus, lots of wires wriggling there way out along the crack, desperate to get loose. This horrible-ugly happened when I left them to their own devices: the cable installer and TP: men. Let that be a lesson to us all.
Now I have to start preparing TP for the inevitable relocation of the box, when I figure out where it would be less obtrusive and obvious. Preferably in a closet where it is not exposed at all, or in some well hidden location, far less noticeable than walking into the kitchen and seeing: Horrible-ugly. I guess guys just have a much higher tolerance for horrible-ugly. Or maybe they are just actually completely oblivious to horrible-ugly?
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