Happy Husband lolls in the pool in less stressful times.
Husband received an unpleasant surprise in the mail after all his contorted convolutions with Verizon, the telephone company, not Verizon, the wireless company. I heard mighty cursing from our little dingy dark den full of cats, and wanting to spare the cats further corruption let them outdoors. It appears that when he sought to change his telephone setup to lower his bill, he incurred charges, $297.00 worth of charges. The temperature soared in our little den, which is electrically heated so whoopee a bit. Then the telephone conversations commenced. The script from a former blog can be cut and pasted here because it was the same. They still don't know who we are or why we'd be complaining about a large bill. Thank you, Sam, you own my sanity and I'd be defenseless without you because I'm an introvert and waiting to be smushed by the mighty foot of corporate-clandestine savagery.
After much wrangling, Husband agreed to pay a small fee to return to his old setup with all parties. Has he learned his lesson yet? I hope so. Jumping on something because your friend, or a relative of your friend, says so is dangerous. We can only hope that those folks aren't around when the decision of whether to disconnect my life support is made. For that I rely on daughters #1, #2, and #3.
Back to normal, we await the arrival of Granddaughter's cell phone, which must not be activated until we phone daughter #2, Aunt Diane, who will then change the number to match granddaughter's old number. Oh Dear Lord, how did it all come to this? That number in the Bible, which is supposed to identify us as individuals before the end of time...was it a cell phone number? And why does FedEx not recognize our address as deliverable? Corporations are people too, my friend. That is extreme baloney, or perhaps Supreme (Court) baloney. I hate to get political on my family history blog, but there you have it. We studied in school that monopolies were bad things, and American workers were good things. What changed? Around here we have Walmart and Food Lion supplying majority needs. Only 50 years ago, my parents owned a grocery store and made a living.
If we seriously ask ourselves these questions we will be labeled as job-killing, baby-killing, and unAmerican. I could live with the America of my youth, like most people; but when America becomes as concrete-block stratified as it is today, some folks are going to be talked into supporting bad stuff. We all fit that. Still, big business is one thing, public ownership of this country is another and we all share an ownership of our nation by the very act of paying taxes. To say that the helpless and unemployable in this country have to pull themselves up by the bootstraps is inane. There has to be public charity or aid. That and public education are the most hated policies by the seriously rich. The seriously rich also want wars and who better to fight them than the uneducated children of the modern vulgate.
This rant was brought to you by Verizon, the telephone company.