1 May 2017
In Which I Switch Communications Providers
Switched corporations that provide Sonja and I our electronic services. I have been a little busy with provincial campaign participation so it was Sonja who was home when the installer got us set up with the new hardware necessary to be delivered their service.
Sonja phoned me while the installation was underway. "The guy broke the stereo stand and I don't think he got many of the cables straight but the tv is working at least."
When I got home I found her description apt. Stereo stand (a now archaic term, I know) in pieces, cables improperly connected or not connected at all, the power cord for the turntable missing completely. Cannot blame the installer for it all however: my sound system probably looks like it was engineered by Einstein on acid to a modern punk cable guy.
Yesterday I repaired the stand and got the cables right except for the DVD. TV sound is better than it used to be at least. Still cannot find the power cord for the turntable. (Luckily I have a spare.)
Getting the internet to all my devices took some time to sort out. The exasperated sighs from the trouble shoot geeks on the other end of the line made my efforts worthwhile however.
"The password Mr. Hockey. Type it in again!"
"I did type it in again. It's still not working."
"Try it again. One more time Mr. Hockey! You can do it!"
Asshole must have felt like the Canucks' power play coach explaining what the other team's net was for by the time we were done. Fuckers should all take a course in explaining shit to techno-feebs like me.
Getting my e-mail hooked up was another half a day. Assholes should send a man a fucking manual. Even one written by a Chinese or a Swede would be better than talking to someone on the other end of a phone fuck knows where.
It was a Jonathan Richman couple of days. I am so in love with the modern world.