I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

You know, I generally, when I write, do my utmost to avoid cursing, but gosh, haven't the people at T-blinking-W really gotten under my skin? A whole week this nonsense has been going on!

I went to bed before 9 tonight, out of sheer exhaustion, but woke around quarter to two, wide awake, still seething over being duped by the head tech at Time Warner. He swore to me (not the first promise broken, btw) that they'd be there yesterday, at my office, with my new monitor. I took all of ten minutes to scarf down my lunch...(a free lunch of baked ziti provided by one of the other workers as a Christmas treat) I ate it cold, didn't bother to re-heat it in the microwave like everyone else on my shift, and ran back upstairs from the office building's caf, back to my desk, just in case the guy showed during my lunch break. I needed to go to the bank today, but had to forego that, as well...now I have to run around Saturday morning to do it, wasting valuable cab fare and money I can't afford, because the only bank branch open Satudays 'round here, is in the next town over--five dollars (about 2 pounds 50p) in cab fare, one way! May not seem like a lot to you, but that leaves me with less than 25 dollars to spend on food for the week! (normal food expense, if you want to eat right (healthy), that is, is around 40 to 50 dollars here, or more, depending on where you shop.

So, I'm finding myself a bit aggitated, tonight--and still have a toothache, which isn't helping things, so....I opened the door to the living room, turned on the light, sat and looked out the front windows at the main street below. I didn't move all that far from where I was living--in fact, technically, I'm still on State Route 9, but the city is so different than Lake George or even Lake Luzerne, where I'd lived for five years before this, with my late mum. But, it's reasonably quiet in the pocket-sized hours of the morning, mostly, anyway. The apartment's a bit of a dump--as is this old mid-Victorian building, but..it's okay, I guess. Paint's peeling from the walls in places, there's no door between the bedroom and kitchen (I'm substituting a lace curtain until I can find something better), the ceiling tiles in the bedroom and kitchen are pretty dingy and a bit disgusting, there's loose boards under the living room carpet, but...it beats a welfare motel or a cardboard box, and I was able to keep three cats, so not complaining at all! Gosh, wouldn't the lovely American Queer Eye guys have their hands full with this place! (Miss that show, very much...love those guys, they're the greatest!)

So, to help me to calm down and relax, what is there to do, but...

watch more DOCTOR WHO!!! I know I must sound daft, but I really do never get tired of watching it...it's like no matter how many times I see it, I always walk away with a smile, after I've watched it. I realize that the people who make Doctor Who very probably couldn't care one whit what someone like me thinks, I'm not a kid, and I'm not even British (sorry to say), but I really do find something magical and special about Doctor Who, that I've never ever found with anything else on television--or elsewhere--in my entire life.

I guess that last post was a bit pre-mature. Time F'ing Warner NEVER showed up, NEVER called, nothing!

I still have a broken monitor!

And when I rang up the company, to reach the local office--I was told I couldn't call the local office! What the heck is with that? First I called the Troy, NY office--50 miles south, then I got Amersterdam NY,-- 45 miles west...but here in my city....no! The only one's who know what's going on, are the one's here in Glens Falls, and I can't reach them by telephone! I can visit the office (if I want to walk a half hour, or spend 4 dollars one way in cab fare and be late for work), but I can't do the convenient thing and ring them up...that's just insane!

I feel like I've been mentally sodomized by this company--no, not exaggerating, I mean, they say they are replacing the monitor...but say it rather snottily and are borderline sarcastic with me...but I'm willing to ignore that if they do the right thing in the end--but this is getting too, too much. I'm not going to put up with their stupid little games, no blinking way!

If they don't come through by Monday morning--this poor gal is going to be a serious headache for them. I will write the public service commission--and TW every single gosh-darn day, until they do what they promised, and stop jerking me the heck around. They adolecent morons refuse to say outright that their stinking bad cable or box or whatever, broke my monitor--but I figure a company doesn't replace a cable/monitor if it's working fine, right?

Anyhow--I've lost time at work over this, lost sleep over this (from the stress, fustration and general aggrivation) lost computer time--that I paid UP FRONT for...yeah, I'm going to get these buggers, and I won't stop until it's them that are bending over for me, ha-ha.