I tried to have DirecTV installed at our new house right after we moved in, but I had to call and reschedule the installation because I could not find all the satellite receivers. Twice. Where did I finally find the last receiver, you ask? In a box marked “Garage” of course.
I tried to have DirecTV installed after I found all of the receivers, but the only place they could install the dish and get any signal was a prime spot in the middle of our front lawn. Ummmm, no.
I tried to call DirecTV to cancel our service, but I had to wait until the technician who visited the house entered the information from the work order.
I tried to call Comcast to arrange for cable, but they couldn’t find my address in their system and therefore didn’t know if service was available where we live. I told the young lady on the phone that I was confident that we could get service because when I hooked the cable into my TV, I still had all the Comcast channels—apparently the last owner’s service hadn’t been shut off.
I tried to convince her that this was a reasonable argument, but I eventually had to ask to speak to someone else.
I tried to set up a Comcast account in my name with the local office that I was transferred to (and who knew that service was available for me!), but I was unable to set the account in my name because the previous owner had not yet had it disconnected.
I tried to be patient while I waited on the phone as they attempted to contact the previous owner, but I was losing my ability to regulate my emotions.
I tried not to swear, but I couldn’t help it.
Later that same day, I went with Ryan to the local mall to get new cell phones. We have been anxiously awaiting the end of our service contract with our current provider and we were ready for a new plan and new phones.
We tried to get new phones and a new plan—we went so far as to spend two hours selecting phones and signing contracts—but as soon as we got home, we had absolutely no service in our house.
We tried not to cry and say bad words as we drove all the way back to the mall to return the phones and cancel our account and get our money back, but we couldn’t help it. It took an hour to undo the wasted two hours from before.
I tried to find my voodoo dolls when we got home to punish everyone who made my day so difficult, but, of course, I CAN’T FIND THEM ANYWHERE!
Do you have days like this?
