I've been jumping through all the hoops, signing away my soul, setting up utilities, signing lease papers, and searching for Internet. The beast that is living expenses has once again reared it's ugly head; to top it off, a low-life ex-roommate has run from responsibility like the worthless coward he is. I've come to the conclusion that utility companies, being location based and usually without competitors don't care about customer satisfaction in the slightest.
I had never experienced this before, but the electric company wants a deposit? The amount seems pretty ridiculous too. The apartment complex wanted us to complete and turn in the damage report within a matter of hours; that's enough time to observe every detail of the apartment while moving furniture, right? No, not really, not at all. My old Internet provider, who I was very satisfied with, doesn't service the new area so I had two options: 1)Pay twice as much for the same Internet 2)Pay about the same amount as I used to, (or so I thought) for DSL.
Incase you didn't know, DSL is a high-speed Internet service that runs through your phone line. I don't want a land line, I don't need a land line, but they 'need' me to have (pay for) phone service (even though I told them I don't want it and won't use it) to give me an Internet connection. Strictly concerning technical requirements, I don't buy it. Well I did buy it but...anyway; so instead of Internet pricing matching the listed pricing it's the listed pricing (plus their recent price increase) on top of a basic phone service. "Lets make a deal, oh yeah, you might bleed a little."
So, as I count change and wonder how I'm even typing considering I just traded in each of my arms to cover utilities a worthless 26 year old child is hiding away three states north of me. He's not answering his phone not to mention paying the overdue rent and utilities he owes our old roommates and myself; which totals to well over $500.
I guess I'm done ranting. Maybe when I have home access to the Internet tubes I can overload on the massive amounts of information I will once again be reunited with. Then I can forget about the little red man on my shoulder telling me to head north for a vacation, to become closer to an acquaintance known as 'baseball bat.'