We have finally regained our Internet connection. We shall see how long it lasts. I honestly don’t have a lot of faith that it will last. For whatever reason, Verizon DSL seems to be too unreliable. We are hardly the only ones who seem to be having this problem, and I can find a fair bit of evidence that the problem has been going on with many Verizon DSL customers in our area for over a decade.
Tag: inconsiderate jerks
Oh, Internets, where art thou?
Still posting from my phone. Still no internet connectivity. Still no word from Verizon. We’re about to start a petition, or a fire, not sure which.
If you need us you know how to find us.
-Kelly
Verizon Fail, part whatever
I am posting this from my phone. This is our third day in a row with at least one call to Verizon to talk to “Peggy” or someone similar. Geoff has finally convinced them that, yes, we really do know what we are doing, no, we’re not going plug and unplug the damn thing again, and that the problem really is on their end.
Today they finally took us seriously and as a result they’ve completely shut off our internet connectivity. As a result we’re left to rely on our terrible AT&T cell coverage for internet service.
So, if you need to reach one or both of us DO NOT EMAIL US until we post otherwise here. Call the house, call our Google voice numbers, send us a text message, or call our cell phones as a last resort. As a reminder, our cell phones are ALWAYS our last resort as AT&T sucks.
If you are so inclined please feel free to email Verizon and tell them how awesome they are not.
-Kelly
Dear Verizon-
We get it. We’re stuck with you. You’re like the abusive spouse that’s got us stuck in a relationship we can’t get out of. You’ve isolated us from our friends, and the only people we know who might be able to help us out are Comcast, who’s WAY worse, and satellite internet, which we can’t afford.
Taxes, thank you notes, and interviews
And maybe a small rant…
Despite the fact that I slept in today, I’ve gotten a remarkable amount of work done. I got the two thank you notes from yesterday’s interview written and sent out with Geoff to be dropped in the mail. I had picked up some more stamps on my way home after yesterday’s interview precisely so I wouldn’t have to hunt down a random forever stamp left over from the wedding or mix together a conglomeration of postcard stamps to do the trick.
I got an email about another interview from an interested local college. We have a telephone interview tomorrow and, if all goes well, an in person interview sometime soon after that.
On Football
It’s no secret if you know me and Geoff that I’m the bigger football fan in this family. While we’re both Red Sox fans, I’ll generally sit and watch a football game on TV with more interest than I will a baseball game. I enjoy a baseball game live much more than on the TV while I will happily watch football either way. I am also far more likely to talk football smack with friends and coworkers than Geoff is. Unless of course you’re a Yankee fan, then all bets are off.
So it’s not just here in Greater Boston
I saw this article this morning while I was doing my usual morning news read. Now, I have had my own issues with UPS in recent months, most notably a couple of months ago when I was forced to go out to the UPS facility in Watertown to get a package that should have been delivered to our house. Supposedly they had attempted to deliver a package to our house twice but failed and so left us the little official notice post-it on the front door. On neither occasion did the driver ring the doorbell. Both times we were home. The second day I specifically made sure that I was home so I could get the package. At one point the dogs started barking and so I ran to the front door as fast as I could, getting there in less than 20 seconds, only to watch the truck drive off yet again. I was flabbergasted and furious. Going out to the distribution center and having to stand in line for an hour outside in the rain to get my package because the delivery guy could not expend any real effort trying to get me my package was not my idea of how I wanted to spend a Friday evening.
So it isn’t just me. It isn’t just here. If this is becoming the norm for UPS all over the country, then perhaps they need to examine their business model and figure out what the hell is wrong. And I imagine that laying more people off is not the answer.
-Geoff
A post in which I am furious
Ok, folks. I know we’ve been been married for slightly more than a month and that some of you might find this slightly confusing, so let me lay it out for you.
Mrs. Geoffrey Michael doesn’t live here. In fact, she doesn’t exist.
Mrs. Michael is Geoff’s mom. Or possibly one of Geoff’s two sisters in law. She is patently NOT me.
Mrs. Hopkins is my mother.
I am Ms. Kelly Hopkins.
I did not take Geoff’s last name. I am not going to take Geoff’s last name.
Assuming that I did or that I am going to is ignorant, rude and, at best, old fashioned. I am tired of having to explain over and over again to the same people that I am still, and shall remain, Ms. Kelly Hopkins. Interestingly, Geoff’s tired of it as well. He’s also completely fine with the fact that I kept my name and we’re the only two people in the whole world to whom this should matter. Hm. Funny how that works.
For those of you who were at the wedding and were paying attention we were consistently announced as Geoff and Kelly. At no point were we announced as Mr. & Mrs. Michael. There was a reason for that.
Furthermore:
From this point forward mail addressed to Mrs. Geoffrey Michael, Geoffrey & Kelly Michael, or Mr. & Mrs. Geoffrey Michael shall be returned to sender unopened.
I am offended that people so casually disregard my intent and my very identity. This is who I am, who I choose to be, and who I shall remain. If you have a problem with it, keep it to yourself.
Comments are not allowed on this post. This is not open for discussion and this is not up for debate.
~Ms. Kelly Hopkins
This is just precious, precious I tell you.
Those of you who know us know that Geoff and I HATE to fly. I’m generally not a fan of traveling, but I specifically hate to fly. It isn’t that I dislike planes or have a problem with a fear of flying or anything like that. It’s the TSA. I hate the TSA with the fiery passion of a 1,000 suns.
Continue reading “This is just precious, precious I tell you.”
Ah, internets
The problem with having a fairly common name is that you get email for other people. A lot. Geoff does not have this problem. I do. I have several email addresses. One of them is my name @ a common web based email provider.com. I got this email address when this particular provider first started offering email (yes, that’s how old I am) and basically use it for times when I needed something professional and/or humorless.
The Books are Taking Over... 