George: I don't know, Fred. How many?
Fred: 15 to 20
George: That's not funny.
Fred: No, George... no, it's not.
After much tribulation, my internet connection is working again. I'm not sure how long it will last, however. I'm hopeful that it's fixed this time, but based on past experience, I won't be able to breathe a sigh of relief for at least a few days, if ever.
I never used to understand the evil that is Comcast. I mean, it always worked for me before, but then I moved. Six weeks, 25 phone calls, 3 technician visits, and 1 trip to the local office later, I'm still trying to get the internet working. Of course, at this point, my roommates and I are completely fed up and we want to switch companies, but our only other option is DSL. Why is our only other option DSL? Why isn't there another cable company to choose from? Grrr. The Comcast monopoly has personally offended me now. I feel like I'm being blackmailed into paying for their less-than-stellar service.
So basically from this whole episode, I can surmise that I'm willing to do just about anything to stay connected to the internet - pay through the nose, call three times a day, wait for technicians for hours. It's pathetic, I know - a classic abusive relationship. I should be strong. I should be willing to pay more for a slower connection if it means I can break up with Comcast, right? Right?
Hello?
Oh crap, there goes my internet again...
