Saturday, June 11, 2005

You just can't get good service anymore.

So I was wondering what witty story I was going to blog about today, when I came home from my run to find a "final notice" from my cable company. Perfect!

I keep my budget on an excel spreadsheet and I grey-out each 'bill' box as I pay it, and towards the end of May I realized I still hadn't paid my cable bill, which is one of the only bills I pay through snail mail. I thought maybe I'd paid it and forgot, because I couldn't find a bill lying around anywhere. It wasn't until last week as I was going through my mail and this envelope caught my eye, that I remembered my cable company was changing their name this summer. The logo and the colors are completely different, and I realized last month's bill probably went straight into the junk mail shredder, with the "0% for 12 months!" and "Consolidate your credit cards now!" ads. They wanted May and June paid immediately, which was fine, so I wrote out the check and put it in the mail the same day.

Then today I get this letter from them telling me they're going to turn of my phone and cable in six days if I don't pay last months bill post haste. Well, first of all, I think that's a bit harsh, considering:
1. I was barely two weeks late for my May bill.
2. I'm positive I'm not the only one who missed the May bill. The only reason I stopped on June's was that I vaguely remembered some commercials on TV about a name change "sometime this summer," and May is spring, not summer. Plus, it's not like they emailed or called me.
3. They have already cashed my check. In fact, they cashed it last Tuesday, but didn't mail out this 'final notice' until Thursday.

To be honest, I think it's pretty harsh even if I hadn't paid cause I was out of money or something. I mean, they're going to turn off my phone line after I'm three weeks late with the bill? Isn't the standard usually three bill periods?

Anyway, my second 'service' story today comes to you from CVS. I have a couple of Trader Joe's canvas bags I bring shopping so I don't end up with 8 zillion plastic bags in my house. But these bags seem to utterly confuse most clerks. Today I gave the bag to the guy who flattened it out, then picked it up, held it out, turned it around, then turned it upside down, until finally I asked, "Um, is there a problem?" Then it dawned on him I wanted him to put things in it. So weird. I mean, none of the stores around here sell these bags, plus they gave huge "Trader Joe's" logos on both sides. Maybe in the land of Hummers and $10 martinis, someone is surprised I'd actually think to conserve. Maybe.

Friday, June 10, 2005

I'm back!

You guys! I'm online! What a relief. I got the ibook back just before class this morning so I've been catching up on my email and the blogging world. Strangely enough, I had a huge spike in hits this past week, even though my site's been sitting idle. Welcome, new readers! I hope that I can regal you with illuminating stories about the rough and tumble world know, geeky law students.

Clearly I've lost my edge, because I'm trying to blog, talk on IM, and watch Law and Order, which is usually par for the course for me, but my powers of concentration have been whittled down by bar/bri. I've been writing this paragraph and a half for the last 45 minutes, and I'm ten steps behind on the attempted murder plot here. However, my ex (yes, "Robert") is close to getting me to put a down payment on a $18 million beach house in Florida that he's selling for his brother-in-law's realty company. Yeah, I'm all over it. I don't really get Florida. It's like living on the side of a hill in Malibu - you're just asking to have your house wiped off the face of the earth by god himself, over and over again. Plus, sharks! That's right, sharks. I had an insomniac moment last night and turned on the Travel Channel for some background noise, and there was some show on about the first documented shark attacks on the eastern seaboard, filled with all these people who went out for a swim with four limbs and came back with two. Nice nightmare tv.

I'm trying to remember if there are any good stories from the past week I should share. Oh, I almost got on TV! I was walking into the Farragut North metro last Friday and a reporter and her cameraman were skulking outside, checking out the multitudes who where streaming into the underground at rush hour. She got her sights on me as soon as I crossed the street and stepped up onto the sidewalk, and watched me until I walked up near her. But when she stuck out her hand to ask me to pause I just held up my hand and waved her off, mouthing, "no thanks" (I was wearing my iPod of course). I have absolutely no desire to be on tv, and lets be honest, unless she was going to ask me about contracts or torts, its highly unlikely I'd know what she was talking about. I am curious why she picked me out of the crowd though, maybe it was because I was wearing a backpack. Or because I'm hot. You know how it is. If anyone saw a DC newscast from there last Friday, let me know what it was about.

I should get back to studying. Sucks.

P.S. Thanks to Chicken Magazine for the blogroll help. The links should lined up in a pretty row now.

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