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Right now, I'm waiting for the cable guy. Whoo!

Why does "a person in the household 18 and over" have to be present for this installation? Don't they just have to play with some wires? Can't I leave the back door unlocked and let them do their thing? Why is every other business that provides services able to pinpoint a more specific time frame for scheduling delivery and such? Why do I have to sit in my home for 4 hours waiting for some installer to show up? And then pay for the privilege of that wait?

Luckily, I happened to have a large window of time open because I only had clients at 6am (ugh!), 8:30am, and another at 4:00pm today. I just know that my Comcast dictated window from 12-4pm is going to mean they show up no earlier than 3:45. If that's the case I don't quite know what to do. Friendster Guy doesn't get out of work until 5 and I have to leave the house by 3:45 to make it to my next client. They've got about an hour and 15 minutes before I start to freak out.

I can't even take a nap, which I desperately want to do. By 9:30 I'd already had two clients and worked out for an hour myself. 6:00am is freakin' early.

Keep your fingers crossed that Mr. Comcast get here on time. I'm not holding my breath. To add another layer of difficulty it snowed this morning. I'm sure that adds a whole 'nuther layer of slowness to whatever they might be doing before they make it to my place. Sigh.

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