Seriously, Time Warner, I Hate You Guys
Oh how I hate my infernal ISP, Time Warner Cable.
Our connection won't be repaired until NEXT Friday. Unfortunately, it was the Roomie who finally got through...because I would've demanded someone's head on a stick. Or at least a prorated rate for the month. But maybe that's a good thing, considering it would've required a whole new round of corporate bureaucratic wrangling.
Seriously, Time Warner, I had Comcast for almost three years and had maybe two instances of outtages-- both no more than a few days at most. Now you're telling me that it's going to be down for a total of three weeks, and there's nothing even a "highly-skilled" tech specialist and my actually highly-skilled, tech-savvy roommate can do about it?
Seriously, Time Warner, you're totally making this girl think I'm coming over just to use her series of tubes, obscuring the fact that I'm really there to use her other set of tubes.
Which, if you think about it, means that Time Warner is making me gay.
Fortunately, my TV still works, so I will be able to tune into Veronica Mars, which should be enough to overturn any alternate tendencies. And you should, too. Tune in, that is. Otherwise, you won't get caught up with the best show on TV.
TECHNORATI TAGS: Time Warner, ISPs, series of tubes