Where Do They Find These People?

We want to move the cable modem. That should be a sim­ple thing, right? We don’t need the jack where it is now. It should­n’t mat­ter where it moves.

Well, it isn’t that easy. Lots of talk about taps, split­ters, ampli­fiers, and so on lat­er, the Com­cast guy is final­ly gone. His super­vi­sor is sup­posed to call me about putting an ampli­fi­er on the line, after which they’ll come back out to actu­al­ly put in the desired jack.

It did­n’t help that the installer could not find his own ass with a map, GPS unit, and a team of Sher­pa guides.

Or that he arrived around 2 when the appoint­ment was for between 8 and 11. And he did­n’t call to say he was run­ning late. No, I had to call and track him down.

When he came in, I intro­duced him to the dog, as is usu­al. I asked him if he want­ed me to put the dog up, and he said no.

Well, he was afraid of the dog and just did­n’t want to admit it to me. Of course, that made Kar­li all the more inter­est­ed in him. For­tu­nate­ly, Katie noticed his dis­com­fort. We had to keep putting Kar­li out and bring­ing her in each time he came in and out, which was fre­quent. It would have been much sim­pler if he just said, “I’m not com­fort­able around such a big dog.”

Cyn is a proud Mommy & Mémé, professional geek, avid reader, fledgling coder, enthusiastic gamer (TTRPGs), occasional singer, and devoted stitcher.
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