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tender_square i swear they make connecting with an actual human through telephone impossible. the wait time was supposed to be 10 minutes. i had to sit through a shitty rendition of "für elise" on a repetitive loop for twenty minutes that made me want to kill myself. i pressed zero to no avail. pressing one finally prompted a call back when they were ready, some fifteen minutes beyond what had already elapsed. brenda could not find my account by my new phone number. or my old phone number. or my address. or my last name. i was blocks away from home with no access to the account number. "you're making it incredibly hard for me to cancel services right now!" i whined. brenda apologized for not being able to find me in the system. "can i go to a physical store and do this?" i asked. brenda said i could, and suggested i bring the modem in tow, so i wouldn't have to make a second trip. "that actually is very helpful. i'm sorry for taking out my frustrations on you; i know it's not you, it's the systems you work with, the company you work for." 230906
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raze back when i still watched tv, they gave me this flat black wafer of a box. i sat it down on top of the bigger beige box that lit up and made things move. it wasn't anything like the five hundred channels my mother and stepfather had access to once ron hooked them up with an illegal satellite feed, with the kinky stuff hidden where the kids couldn't find it. but i had movies and sports packages and random things to bolster the basic cable. something happened to fry the signal somewhere along the line. a woman who looked about as young as i was then came over to fix it. i can still see her face. or maybe what i'm seeing is the face of an actress whose name i can't remember superimposed over the features of the girl who killed the guy i tried to connect with at my first post-high school job. she was nice enough. the whole time she was in my room, i kept thinking, "i'm a grown man with stuffed animals on my bookshelf. what must she think of me?" i've got so many more now. and that black box is long gone. and i haven't turned my tv on in three or four years. 230906
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