My Verizon landline is kaput. Landline, what’s a landline you ask? Yes, I’m still the loser who has a landline, provided by Verizon.
First of all, calling Verizon is like listening to Obama speak at a funeral. You just want to scream. Press one now. My personal favorite: I didn’t understand you. Understand THIS pal.
Seventeen minutes later, Raj was right on it. I told him what I was sure was wrong (the power backup box in the furnace room has no green light, same as last time I had this problem – identical) and after I suggested that’s where the problem lay, he said to me, yes he really said this, May I talk now?!
He said there was no power going to the power backup box. Yes, that’s what I told you. I checked the outlet with a hand mixer to make sure the outlet was still functioning, and it was.
Twenty one minutes from dialing, I am told I need a service call because the power backup box is not functioning. Ha ha. First available appointment: Thursday between 8am and noon. I guess landlines are no longer a priority, probably because so few people actually have them anymore.
I took the appointment offered at which time the service rep asked me twenty questions:
- Is there a gate or is there a special access to your property?
- Will an adult be home?
- Do you have a dog?
#3, yes, to which I was told the service rep will not enter the premises unless the dog is put away. Such pansies these guys. It must be in their union contract.
As it turns out, Thursday is actually okay since I’m heading into the city tomorrow anyway. I made two batches of eggplant and pepper, one for us, and one for my friend in the city. The one I’m taking to the city is below, a pan too long so it’s only stacked two layers high. The second batch I made the pan was shorter so I got a full three layers of yumminess. Much better.
I’ll be back late afternoon-early evening tomorrow so as is the norm, talk amongst yourselves.