Dark Ages

I woke up yesterday morning. Made my coffee. Headed to the computer to check my e-mail. Ready for the morning routine. However, when I got to my computer my internet wasn't working. I fiddled with it, checked the router, checked the modem, and finally decided I needed more coffee before I could face it again.

So I grabbed the remote to turn on the TV. Much to my horror, that didn't work either. No internet. No cable. I'm in hell.

After a 45 minute voyage through automated voice hell with the cable company I finally got a human being who said they would send someone out by 5:00 p.m. tomorrow. TOMORROW!!! Do they not know the hell they have trapped me in? What the hell am I supposed to do with no cable and no internet? What am I, fricken Laura Ingles Wilder here?

Now let me say a bit about cable guys. Cable guys do not have to be hot. They don't even have to be guys, but they do have to have a certain amount of toughness about them. They dig trenches and climb poles for a living. They wear tool belts for god's sake.

So the cable guy showed up this morning. How he made it through the cable guy audition process I will never know. I want to be his friend. I want to go drink gin and tonics with him. He could be my new best girl friend. He was the most feminine man I have ever met in my life (and I have friends who are drag queens). But he fixed my cable. He fixed my internet. I have now rejoined the ranks of the living.

thanks drag queen cable guy. You're the diva of the day.