[My apologies for being a day late.]
Yesterday was again hectic.
We were on watch all day for the Samsung modem from AT&T, so that Son Guy might use his laptop on wi-fi. The scheduled time for delivery was between 8 a.m and 8 p.m. Guy was most anxious, and along toward 5:30 p.m., I tried to check the status of the delivery, online, only to be informed, there was no record of the order. This surprising announcement led me to take to the phone. For an hour, the technicians labored to find modem's whereabouts. I went through three agents, finding along the way that an assumption had been made that I had a PC, and that my name had been mispelled. A little after 7 p.m., just as the AT&T people were seemingly getting it together, came a tap on the door, and when I cautiously opened up, their package tumbled into to our foyer.
[The modem turned out to be a "Pace," whatever that is]
Another two hours were spent trying to make the new modem work, during which, trying to plug it in, I got down and couldn't get up. Guy had long gone down the street to see his girlfriend, and when the technician (#5) called my other son, Jason, that worthy could not understand what the trouble was, and besides, he was in the middle of his beloved Giants' ball game. I lay for another hour, occasionally trying to pry myself up, but eventually Guy returned, wrapped me in one of his massive bearhugs, and wrenched me onto my feet.
Another phone call to AT&T Tech Services, another period of time, and that technician threw in the shami. He scheduled an installer to come in on Monday morning.
All of this, loyal blog readers, to explain why Day 140 of Macresarf1's Year of the Apocalypse 2012 is arriving a day late.
But stay tuned: a top technician and an angel named Amber Lee may yet save Day 141, and a couple of others days.
Macresarf1 would [not] have written more that day.
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