Living in My Parents’ Basement
Thanks to Time Warner, I’m temporarily housed in my parents’ basement. On Saturday, The Missus called to cancel basic cable. We had a six-month deal going and the six month mark was only days away. We probably would have extended our subscription had they offered to continue the deal, but they didn’t. No complaints here; it’s their lost revenue.
Unfortunately, the young man who answered the phone at 8:01 a.m. on Saturday apparently was still hungover. As I found out during my 20-minute support call last night, he canceled our Road Runner service in addition to our television service. Grr. That wouldn’t be a huge deal except for the fact that I work from home and I rely on that internet connection for my livelihood. At least the tech support guy and customer service lady I spoke with last night were helpful.
So here I am, setting up office in the spot I used to sit and play Nintendo for hours on end. Funny, the basement used to seem so much bigger.
The Comments
Gene says Don't steal any of your December 6, 2007 at 12:31pm
Don’t steal any of your mom’s cigarettes or your dad’s beer while you’re there.
jwiltshire says And they're going out of December 7, 2007 at 11:01am
And they’re going out of town for the weekend? Will there be an opportunity for hilarious hijinks?
Gene says Like Risky Business. December 7, 2007 at 1:04pm
Like Risky Business.
Moses says Sometimes you just gotta say, December 7, 2007 at 1:57pm
Sometimes you just gotta say, “what the ....”