Hi, honey, I'm home!

Yeah, so I've been a little busy, what of it? Actually, it's been busy, but good. Not much has gone wrong since I wrote all that stuff about stuff going wrong. Well, nothing that significant, anyway (I mean, really, there's always stuff that goes wrong, like the post office forgetting the "1/2" in my address change form. I'm still not sure where all my mail is.). The movers were two hours late, but really made up for it in their efficiency. However, losing the two hours meant that we had to sacrifice our naps, and perhaps more importantly, our showers, before going out the Hollywood Bowl the night of the move. Gross. We had tickets the next night, too, which we also rushed to get to, but all in all, the weekend of the move went relatively well.

And how is the place, you ask? Well, it's great, but that first week we kept finding little oddball things wrong with it, like, oh, the inner back door that suddenly stopped being able to close, or the painted-over phone jack, or the bedroom door (every interior door, actually) that doesn't close without plenty of force. But, it's certainly got character and a ton of new appliances (omigod, I've never enjoyed doing laundry so much as I have here! And N's in love with a dishwasher), so we're pretty happy with it. Oh! Did I mention the unbelievably narrow drive we have to take to get to our parking spot? It took me 7 minutes (yes, I was watching the clock) and a lot of deep breathing to back out of there my first morning back to work. I haven't parked back there since. Luckily, street parking hasn't let me down yet (damn, I shouldn't have jinxed myself like that. I blame you.). We've found some great little restaurants to walk to, and today I strolled over to Hancock Park/LACMA/La Brea Tar Pits and wandered around there for a bit. It's a nice little bit of the city to be able to walk to.

Right now, N's putting his massive CD collection in the three new Ikea Benno CD Towers we purchased this afternoon. I've got load number three in the dryer, and we just finished up a pretty good delivered pizza (I just eat the tops, for those concerned about my having fallen off the wagon). Life is good. (Oh, but our internet isn't hooked up yet; remember that painted over phone jack? We've only got one functional jack, which is working overtime for our one phone and two TiVos. I'm gonna have to pirate someone's wireless to post this. Shhhh.)

So, when're you coming over?

OMG! Then there was THIS

Ugh, I'm so mad, I just sent this:

Subject: Terrible Customer Service

MCI is a goddamn joke! You will never EVER get my business, or the business of any of my family or friends again! This started last week when I tried calling to cancel my service as of September 4 because I am moving. It took three days of calling and being on hold for 30 minutes to finally talk to someone. I spoke with Hugo Velo, who claimed he was a supervisor in customer support. I asked to cut off my service starting SEPTEMBER 4. I can't tell you how many times I said that date. He even repeated it back to me. The next night, I come home to find my long distance service cancelled. Today, September 2, I have no phone service whatsoever!!

Do you know how important it is for someone who is moving to have a fucking working phone??? I AM SO PISSED OFF AT MCI RIGHT NOW! I am moving tomorrow and currently live in a security building that relies on the phone to buzz people in. I have a million phone calls to make and receive regarding my move. You people have screwed me like you wouldn't believe.

I won't even consider calling you to complain about this because a) I know it'd be impossible to get through your goddamn hold system, and b) I know someone on your end would screw up reconnecting my service for just two days. Congratulations, you've lost a customer (and as many others as I can tell this story to) for life. Assholes.

Oh crap, I effed up

In the haste to pack up the DVD player and VCR, I somehow knocked the little thingies that make the TiVo know how to change the channel so far behind the TV that they're lost till the furniture is moved. Now the TV is stuck on CBS. Thankfully, I just checked my To Do List and there's not much recording between now and tomorrow when I'm turning in my cable box. Think good thoughts...I'll be without access to cable for a good 16 hours or so. I think I can do it.

Oh, and so I don't sound completely ass-ish, I realize there are people out there with actual life-threatening problems. Go give 'em some money (if you're so inclined; don't do it for me).