A while back, I posted a beautiful post in the Happy Thread that said Time Warner would be coming down our road, and we would no longer have to deal with tiny limits, high cost and slow speeds.
After about a week, they changed their promise of "It'll take a few days" to "We'll get to it by next week". After that, it became an additional two weeks. Now, they're telling us it will take months.
MMFFF. How the hell hard can something like this be? During the time that they had their heads up their asses, about 4 different salespeople, FROM THEM, came down and asked us to pay a tithe to the Cable Company. We notified them that we had already been trying to switch to them, and that they were the ones who wouldn't stop procrastinating, but they had not been told about this.
My rage is tangentially related to your's.
So in the continuing poop saga of my new house, the plumber arrived today to replace the pump in the shit box. This step has to happen before anything else can, the carpentry or anything else.
I woke up at 7:45, went upstairs to the couch and immediately passed out again, waiting for him to show up. He shows up at 8:30, gets to work, and I go back to my actual bed to crash for a little while longer.
He wakes me up about 20 minutes later and goes "Yeah, I should have checked this thing before. The pump we use isn't going to work [with your shit box.] I'm going to need to order one from Quebec. It's going to take a couple weeks."
The only thing anyone said to me about the scope of this job is that it was "minor." The Service Master guys actually fucking scoffed at the scope of the job, considering they're used to basements knee deep in filth explosively ejecting from everywhere.
But apparently an "easy job" is code for "We're going to be half as diligent and it's going to take about 200% longer to do this than it should, because none of us are taking it super seriously."
I'm sick of having to get up at 4am, walk through spider hell in the dark, upstairs and carefully make as little noise as possible so I don't wake my roommate up. I'm tired of using his bathroom because I'm getting way too familiar with his level of personal hygiene. And now it looks like a large portion of the work is going to get done while I'm out of town because everything has been pushed back in the schedule, which means I'll have almost no chance to object or comment before the walls and floors get sealed back up.
This is fucking balls. I appreciate my landlord handling most of the phone calls on this, but on the other hand it's leaving me feeling like I'm just along for the ride even though I'm the ONLY ONE AFFECTED BY THIS. So while everyone else sits around with an attitude of mild apathy to say the least, I'm steadily getting more and more fed up. Yet who am I going to tell at? The spiders, that's who. Because they're the only ones around.