Gripes

Here is the inside of the pamphlet a local chiropractor hands out: You think they’d notice that there’s something just a little wrong with the way this looks.

The following morning, I had no Internet. When it didn’t come on after a couple of hours, I assumed that there was a problem at the switch down the road as a result of the upgrade. I had to call Windstream support. Oh, joy.

The failure of Windstream’s tech support to properly diagnose this simple problem is astonishing. This is easy stuff, folks. When you can’t see the Internet, you don’t just try pinging Yahoo and leave it at that.

When something’s the matter with your computer, ask your wife to call the computer guy. : We enjoy the challenge of having to deal with a third party who doesn’t know jack shit about the problem.

Scans of some postcards I bought in Oslo.

Sure enough I got an Indian at Windstream support. I believe her accent was even thicker than Anna’s was.

The qatz (cats) got excited when they heard me opening the new bag of qat food, and gathered around to watch. Then Aja of course jumped to the front of the action.

Thanks to Adrienne for these!

I spent a minute with Anna authenticating myself before we got down to business. First she asked my phone number. I bet that my phone number was already on the screen in front of her face, but never mind. I told her my phone number: “four seven eight, nine eight three, six five one two.”* Anna repeated my number: “four seven eight, nine eight three, zero one two six.” I took a breath. Repeated my number slowly. After verification we moved on to my questions.