||[Jun. 25th, 2007|03:15 pm]
The Veritable TechNinja
We're now in the house, finally. Moving was predictably stupid, starting with an error on my part. I had heard the mover guy say the words "first thing in the morning, bright and early", but was too groggy and irritated to notice that he wrote "any time 8AM-5PM" on the invoice. Of course, we had planned our entire day around them showing up first thing in the morning. D'oh. Called the movers to find out their ETA was 1-3PM.
Then there was the massive loading of things in to the PorkMobile, Preety's mom's Highlander, while Preety was at work. Got one load to the house, but forgot my house keys and had to stow some stuff in the garage instead of the house. Got a second load put in the PorkMobile, but didn't have a chance to take it to the house before the movers arrived.
The movers were tweedle dee and tweedle stupid-as-fuck, one of them took the baggie of screws that I had specifically taped to the bedframe so they wouldn't be separated during the move, and thereby easier to assemble, and summarily lost it. Mother fucker. The rest of the stuff went as good as having a mover can be expected.
The utility hookup windows that I scheduled for the afternoon due to my thinking the movers were coming in the morning came and went without so much as a phone call. Preety was home by then, and started in on tracking the bastards down. Comcast was just late as hell, however AT&T had really fucked things up. Despite what they had told me on the phone, the tech they dispatched didn't need us to be there, and had came and gone without us even noticing him.
So an hour and a half after Comcast said they'd be there at the latest, the tech rolls by in his truck. I get up from hanging out with my neighbors to sit on my porch and wave him down next time he drives by, and had actually given up by the time he managed to find the place. Long story short, it took him two and a half hours to hook up the cable. Most of that was because he had to sit on hold with the CO. My fucking god, what kind of company puts it's own techs on hold?
From then on there was general, uneventful lugging of heavy things, followed by our first actual night in the house, which was quite nice. The badass mattress we bought isn't back pain panacea, especially after all that lifting, but it sure helps. Same thing the next day for the most part, just a lot of lifting and unpacking.
The issues, however, were many. The Comcast tech hooked up the box at the jack in the kitchen, where the built-in TV is, since I hadn't set up the TV by then. This was my most critical error, I shouldn't have let him leave until I had a picture on my main TV. It seems like the cable jack in the living room is broken, as I can't even get basic analog cable by directly hooking the line to the TV. It may be completely disconnected, as I don't even get a fuzzy picture.
The Comcast bitch I talked to about it says that they have to somehow magically "activate" every jack in my house individually, and that this is something they do from the pole and I can't do myself. I explained to her that there's one line coming in to the house and a bunch of splitters in the basement that lead to all of my jacks, but she insisted, claiming it was FCC law. I demanded her supervisor, who also stuck to the "activate" bullshit, but rolled a truck for free and gave me a decent repair window. To top it off, the phone jack next to the working cable jack does not work, and that's where I want the phone. The phone jack that does work is right next to the cable jack that doesn't. Goddamnit.
We decided to leave the kitties at the apartment as Jiji was still on medicine that was making her puke a lot, and was on the medication because she wasn't using the catbox. We moved them in yesterday with surprisingly good results, they both immediately started checking the place out instead of cowering together inside the same catbox for a whole day as they did after the last move.
Now it's down to putting the last of the stuff away, doing a few small repairs and tweaks like the doorknob on the garage side door, and we're good. Thank jeebus, because I can't turn another wood screw with an allen wrench or lift another box of whatever.