Phone service at the Ipsa household is provided by Qwest. Normally they just over charge us for phone service by tacking on a ridiculous “distance fee” equal to about 50% of the total bill each month. This means I pay about 2 times more for the land line than I have anyplace else I’ve lived. The reason for the extra fee is
Not complaining, I enjoy the DSL service that I was able to get just 8 short months ago. The net is so much faster now that Hos doesn't type in all those little 1’s and 0’s on his telegraph. We’re so cutting edge, next thing you know, the post office will retire those poor horses.
Today the phone service crapped out. Not the DSL, just the ability to talk on the phone, no incoming or outgoing calls. Normally this would be a blessing. HOWEVER, the in-laws are visiting and not providing phone service is akin to not providing food, shelter, clothing, full time maid service and twice weekly trips to the spa. Not that I spring for that, I’m just saying.
The wife says, “You must call the phone company”. I says, “Yes dear”. Note to the single guys out there, after you say “I do” the only other two word phrase you need to know is “Yes dear”. So I use my cell to call the phone company. I get a recording. Typical. The recording tells me to use the Qwest web page to request a repair. If the phone doesn’t work why would the DSL? Morons. I check the internet. It’s working. I still don’t get it but OK. When in the Twilight Zone just go with it.
I can’t use the Qwest web page to request a repair unless I have my special customer number. Which I don’t have because, after paying my bill I foolishly throw away the only piece of paper that has that ever so special number on it. AHHHHHH!
I click the “contact us, you freakish little annoyance of a customer” link. They have other phone numbers. I start calling. You can’t get a live customer lack of service representative except for during business hours Monday to Friday (if at all but they claim to have them). I notice the Spanish language line has live customer service reps on Saturday. What the heck.
I speak just enough Spanish to order a beer, get my face slapped and point and say “how do you say this in Spanish”? No matter I call. Second ring I get a real live human being. Cool so far.
Her: “Blah blah blah” but in Spanish.
Me: “hey do you have anybody around that speaks English”?
Her: “Blah blah Espanish blah blah”.
Me: (while pointing AND gesturing) “I need someone who speaks English”.
Her: (in an accent reminiscent of
) “sir this is the Qwest customer service Spanish line”. New Delhi
Me: “You speak English”?
Her: “Si, I mean yes, but I’m only supposed to speak Spanish”.
Me: “that’s ok I just need some help with my phone”.
Her: “I get in trouble if I don’t speak Spanish to the callers”.
Me: “can you help me get my phone fixed”?
Her: “blah, blah blah” but in Spanish and “EL CLICKO AMIGO!” but in English.
Me: “@$&%!!!*!*!” but in French.
Zeigen eins: This is AMERICA land of the free, home of the English speaking, although the Poms would likely argue that last part. reman being.reps on Saturday. have them).
Punto due: As an American I have a right to abysmally poor service in my native language of Ebonics or English as a second language, depending on the philosophic bent of the local public school system.
Sujet trois: Perhaps if we grew up and got over the self destructive idea that we need to celebrate diversity and that America is a giant salad bowel, people that want to live here might make the effort to assimilate into our (decadent, immoral, materialistic) culture, instead of destroying it (Allah be Praised!). In other words: we need to establish English as the official language and start kicking people out who don’t speak it instead of translating welfare application forms into Mexican.
Точка четыре: It occurs to me that I might get some hateful phone calls over this post. Good freaking luck! I still don’t have phone service so go ahead and call: (303) 331-1872