So I've been on the phone all day, about one thing or another. It's so draining. I don't even like the phone. And now I've got it rigged so my phone calls go to my email address, thanks to Google and Grand Central.
Of course, they'll also forward to my cell phone, when I'm not sleeping or teaching and stuff.
Isn't that coolest?
And the telemarketers and politicians don't have my new number. Way cool.
So I had to cancel my landline, Earthlink (broke my heart), and DirecTV. (I have a generic DVR now, which is nowhere as cool as a TiVo! But it's good enough.)
Have you ever noticed that they talk forever? It got to the point by the third call, where I would just say over and over, "Okay, I don't want to spend any more money. I am canceling my account."
And they'd read script after script after script for EVER.
I've also been answering my phone for the last week, to see if anyone ever calls me. (No, no one important. The people I love have my cell number.) I tell them, "You have ten seconds to tell me what you want."
They can't do it. They have to read a script for five minutes, and you STILL don't know what they want! Actually, you don't even know WHO they are!
I made the switch to Time Warner, after all. They kept calling me. So I finally called them, and someone NICE answered! Can you believe that?
She caught me just after I balanced my budget, so it was an easy sell.
And three technicians came out (not an interesting enough story to explain why), and they were REALLY NICE.
A TiVo is much better than a DVR. I'll live. I miss it, though.
So anyway, um ... writing, right. Um ... yeah.
How's your writing going? Hey, you know, I actually don't know what half of you are currently working on. What are you working on? Spill! (Okay, spill as much or as little as you want. I don't like to talk about my WIPs until they're on paper, for some reason.)