Rushed home last night to meet the elctrician and the cable modem guy. neither showed. Made an appointment with the electrician for next week, and the guy at the cable modem place said they're send a tech out first thing in the morning -- "So, 8 a.m.?" "I can't guarantee that. Between 8 and 12." Muttermuttergrumblerumph. Fine. I just want the bloody thing fixed.

Didn't show up between 8 and 12. Called to complain. "I don't know who told you he'd be there then, because the techs don't start working until 1. Someone will be there between 1 and 2." I asked to speak to a manager. Didn't have one. Supervisor. Nope. Anyone. Sorry. What's your corporate headquarters. Nothing. Bastard.

Tech finally showed up at about 1:40, said "It should be fixed!" It wasn't. He said "That's weird; it's not supposed to do that." I know. Hence, calling you. Hencing, calling AT&T Broadband EVERY FUCKING DAY THIS MONTH. He fiddled with it, said he had no idea, then it started working again, he was satisfied and left.

So it's working at the moment, but no guarantees on how long it will be working. I'm looking for another high-speed internet provider. Muttermuttergumblemutterharumph. And possibily a large blunt object for the next time this stupid thing breaks.

So it's about 3 p.m. when I finally get to go into work. I pretty much was foaming at the mouth for the rest of the day. I'm off to write some hate mail at the moment.

Otherwise, went to the gym to work out with the trainer for the last time til Australia.

One week to Australia! Seven days, and I'm on a plane. Yeah, baby. I can't wait.