I'm upgrading my Internet connection today. Yup, gonna do away with the ole dial-up. [No, I don't seriously have dial-up. Dude.]
I've been warned that it can happen at any time. That my downtime can be anywhere from 15 minutes to four hours. But I've been assured that all the equipment I'll need will be in my possession in time. So when they make the change whenever "they" make the change, I'll be all good-Boy-Scout prepared.
Do you think I should be worried that they didn't send the instruction booklet with the new router/DSL modem? That's what I thought.
And should I be further worried that when I tried to call them, they wouldn't let me speak to a person because they won't technically be late with installation until 6 p.m.? So I can call back then, right? Oh, except they close at 6 p.m., huh?
I'm so effed. It's been a pleasure, kind webloes. [Unlike weebloes, you webloes actually don't wobble. But your theme song tune is the same.] Maybe I'll see you one day from the Internet at the public library.
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