Pleasantly uninformed
Our satellite reception went out sometime last week. The wife is upset. Other than missing a little bit of football Sunday night, I haven’t really missed it much. That’s why I haven’t had it fixed yet.
I may not have a clue as to what is going on in the world, but the stress level is much lower. And that is not such a bad thing.
I was standing in the room when it went out, thank goodness for the kids who would have otherwise been blamed for screwing up the TV. It went from signal to pure snow in a fraction of a second and nothing can bring it back. All connections have been checked. This can mean only one thing…
Component failure!
Which means I have to have a service call. I hate dealing with the satellite service call people.
continuing…
So I call the people who we pay monthly for this crap and they say, “I can refer you to one of our contractors who do our work.” Well, they are in Richmond/Rosenberg. Which is about 90 miles from here. She assures me they do all their work in Brazoria County.
I call them and it is a Sprint voice mail system where I am now asked enter their area code and phone number… I hang up.
To be continued…