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Knocked down and out

How low the mighty have fallen.

I've stolen my husband's laptop and a friend's wireless connection to post my sad tale of woe.

On November 21, 2006 AT&T killed our Internet connection. This means our main phone and Internet are KIA.

They've sent us 'round the mulberry bush with stalls, lies, excuses and displaced blame but in the end, it all comes down to this one crucial fact:

We.

Have.

No.

Online.

Connection.

And sadly, it is devastating.

Allegedly something called a "brick" went "down" killing the main router for our entire town. Allegedly all AT&T customers in my tom have no online access, and haven't since the 21st. They haven't a clue when it will be back up.

Meanwhile, it's costing me in so many unpleasant ways.

I've no less than six blog posts I've been composing in word---and now one long six page rant about sucky businesses (aka AT&T)---all of which are stuck locally, solely for my perusal, when really, I wrote them for yours.

On the upside, I haven't jumped ship.

On the downside, I feel I've been shoved off the plank.

On the upside, when I get a connection back I'll have loads of new posts.

So don't give up on me.

I'll be back.

Now excuse me while I go off to kick some AT&T ass. Again. It should take about 45 minutes: 30 minutes hold time off and on, 10 minutes of BS with them asking me for the 25th billionth time what sort of modem I have and have my phone lines got filters on them (all of which they know very well), and 5 minutes of actual conversation in which I learn what I already know: they are effing eejits who haven't managed in a week to get my town's access back up.

Down and out for now...but back as soon as signing-up-new-ISP-and-running-cable possible.

Comments

Unknown said…
Well, I'm glad you had a chance to let us know you are alive and well even if your internet connection isn't.

I'm new here but the last couple of times I checked and saw the same post I was a little disappointed. I'm glad I'll get to have a ton of new posts when you get back online.
Julie Pippert said…
I'm so sorry to disappoint. Trust me, I was paining. LOL

Thanks for hanging in though.

We're back up! Hallelujah!
Kate said…
You're back up! Yay! Now it's time to get posting! ;-)

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