Thursday, June 18, 2009
I am seriously considering sending the following letter...'Dear really mean cell phone people...LET MY PEOPLE GO!'
What do you know? I'm updating the blog.
Has that really bad place frozen over?
Maybe so. I'm sure you were starting to wonder if the day would ever come.
No, I haven't fallen off the face of the earth. Despite what people think about the Sunflower State, it really is not on the precipice of civilization. It's just that there hasn't been much going on around here that is blog worthy.
I know I sound like a broken record, but all I've been doing is unpacking, laundry and baseball.
What? You think I should be done by now?
Well, you'd be wrong!
Four kids on summer break have a way of doing that to to you.
That and a well-intentioned but totally decoratively challenged husband.
Needless to say, I've got my work cut out for me.
I spent yesterday working on our master bedroom, trying to get it put in some reasonable order, but I failed...again. Everything that hasn't gone in another room, some how ended up in our room. So there's TONS of stuff to go through.
I DID manage to get five loads of laundry done...which is GREAT except there are two to three times that much left. I'm rewashing everything that wasn't in a dresser or closet - blankets, sheets, clothes. All because I can't remember if they were clean or dirty.
I'm losing my mind. ;)
I do have a bit of news...
I'VE FOUND A JOB! :)
Just a few weeks before we moved, a job opened up at my old newspaper. I called...they interviewed me over the phone, I did a formal interview the following Wednesday (two days after we moved) and THEY OFFERED ME THE JOB!
So, let's see...
Wyoming...9 months...1 interview...ZERO jobs.
Kansas...two days...1 interview...1 JOB! :)
I don't know about you, but I'm thinking this is a GOD THING. ;)
Do you realize we have not only moved back into our old house, but Shad is back in his old job, same salary, more vacation time and better benefits...and now I am back at my old job, same salary, same vacation time and good benefits.
We will have HEALTH INSURANCE, people. Health insurance.
And in a real yucky economy to boot!
What are the odds? Seriously?
See? Its a GOD THING.
Now I just have to find a babysitter.
Its a lot tougher than it sounds. I'm pretty sure our old babysitter is full up...besides, Nick, Anya and Alek are a little old to be doing to a daycare. A better scenario for us is to have an in-home babysitter...especially during the summer. But all of the teenagers I've talked to already have jobs or extensive plans for the summer.
So. If you know of someone in the Emerald City who needs a summer job...let me know. I'm desperate. They'd really like me to start next Monday, but I've already warned them I may not be able to start for a few more weeks.
In the meantime, I'm seriously considering sending the following letter.
Dear really mean cell phone people...
LET MY PEOPLE GO!
When we moved to Grab-Your-Lasso last summer, our cell phone company, AT&T, graciously let us out of our contract...after all, we couldn't use our phones at all. What was the use in paying for a service we couldn't use?
All they requested was that we prove our permanent change of address...and they said, 'thank you for your patronage...call us if we can be assistance again.'
We said 'thanks'..and then promptly signed up with you - V.
Now, we're back in the Emerald City, and we planned on you graciously following AT&T's lead.
We were wrong.
Your customer service people say, 'Nothing doin'.
Shad has spent countless hours on the phone with your people, requesting being let out of the contract BECAUSE WE CAN'T GET SERVICE HERE.
And you've denied us.
I don't think you understand...WE DON'T HAVE SERVICE!
We can't USE the phones! One second it says V...the next 'No Service'...the next 'Extended Network'...and then it starts cycling again.
And the best part?
Our phones beep ALL. DAY. LONG. Every time the network changes our smart phones, which aren't so smart, beep.
Thanks for that. We really appreciate you selling us phones that there is no
way of turning off. I guess we could remove the batteries, but in my move-induced, muddled state of mind, I didn't think of it until now.
Doesn't matter anyway...we've put the phones in the drawer and let the batteries die...just to save our sanity.
Still, your customer service representatives don't show compassion. They say as long as the phone says Verizon at all, we have 'service' and can't be let out of the contract.
Here's another tidbit for you...If you would just visit your own website and
plug in our new zip code, your OWN SITE tells us we can't get service here.
And STILL you won't let us out of the contract.
So...this note is to inform you that we aren't going to take this lying down.
We are going to call you every day...to complain.
We will register all of our complaints to your poor call center representatives, EVERY. SINGLE. DAY...until you let us go.
Oh, and PLEASE tell your representatives to stop trying to return our calls on our cell phones, because... WE CAN'T GET SERVICE HERE.