We had an appointment with the local Directv lackey to come out and upgrade our system since the mothership wants all Local Channel customers to upgrade equipment. Our appointment this afternoon was from 1pm-5pm. Don’t get me started on why television related service gets scheduled in 4 hour increments but everything else on this planet is a definite time.
I took off work this afternoon to be here. Guess what was laying in front of the garage when I got home at 12:30? Our old dish. Guess what is installed on our post? The new dish. Guess who ran into the house cursing?
I called customer service because I thought there was going to be a reason why I had to make an appointment for installation. The customer service rep couldn’t raise the local office–only a busy signal. I guess the local office has never heard of this new fangled tool called AN ANSWERING MACHINE. I asked if I needed to wait around and the customer service rep said to wait because the service tech will probably be back. I’d better see Bubba rolling up in my driveway in his crappy van or holy hell will erupt.
The popping noise? Directv pulling their head out of their a**.