Well, my access to the internet seems to be back in order, and I imagine that
some repair people burned some midnight oil, which is appreciated. I wish I
could say I appreciate Verizon's phone support as well, but being outsourced to
someone who speaks English just well enough to be able to read the script in
front of them, but unable to really converse is a little frustrating. At one
point during a pause I asked her: "Are you aware I keep asking questions, but
you don't respond?" Her silence was the perfect confirmation of the point. Her
supervisor was more knowledgeable, which gave him just enough insight to
completely misdiagnose my problem, claiming that because he saw a strong
connection on my end, I must need "new drivers for my router" (yes, that's really
what he said). I give him credit for following-up, however, as he actually
called this morning to inform me that the problem was on Verizon's end,
something I had long ago concluded. Humorously, he said the problem was
persisting, and he would call me when its fixed, so when there was a problem on
their end, he insisted there wasn't one, and now we have the reverse.
Meanwhile, the steam pipe explosion in Manhattan yesterday made MrsBlue's
commute home a several hour nightmare, and we had a fireworks show that freaked
out my poor Hudson the wonder dog. So, basically the only resident of the
BlueTower who didn't have a rough day yesterday was the Gunnar-man, but every
day is a good day for Gunnar.