hear ye! hear ye! thy internet hath finally arrivedth!

the internet company told me between 9am and 11am there would be an installation of internet services at my apartment. a nice little window, i thought - two hours for something that should take 20 minutes. okay, okay. maybe i just don't know their system. i'd just have liked it more had they said they'd be here at one exact time, say 9:15. a bigger window means a bigger time spent waiting... and i don't wait well.

9am rolls around. no one pulling up in the drive. "shucks!" i say to myself. it would have been nice to get the day going. i plug in my cell phone to charge its low battery. then i notice the icon denoting a new message is there. hmmm? didn't hear the phone ring. there was a missed call in the missed call log. the number was from the internet company. no mention of new messages, though. i check the answer phone. SEVEN NEW MESSAGES!!! holy cow! didn't i just check the answer phone last night? seems sprint (or my phone) is a little sloooooooow. i had an unchecked message from four days ago. this is very odd. and angering. before i get going on a rant, i should get back to the topic at hand - internet service installation. the installer DID call and he DID leave a message. but he called before 9am, roughly 8:55am. since i didn't answer (missed the call), he went on to the next job.

um? hello? excuse me? 9 to 11 window?

i call the company. they tell me they'll contact the installation guy and they'll do their best to see if it can still get done before 11am. what? arghhhhhh! less than three minutes later, i spy the installation guy getting out of his van. he rings the doorbell. this is nice because it lets me know he's here. i let him in. he's done in under twenty minutes. he tells me he arrived early, didn't know which apartment was mine (there's only two), didn't want to get the wrong apartment so knocked not so loudly (did not use doorbell), and then called me. he waited a couple of minutes to watch for any movement in the apartments. none that he could see. standard operating procedure was to move on to the next appointment. well, that person was not there. frustrated with two-in-a-row, he returned here to wait. i spied him then and stood in the window so he could see.

everything worked out fine. and now data is flowing at high rates of speed in and out of a little cable coming out of the wall. cheers . . ..