All things Roger
It was another day from moving hell yesterday.
We were supposed to have our Internet, cable and phone connected at our new place yesterday. Unfortunately, the day before, our Landlord called Rogers to tell them not to come. Apparently he’s had troubles with them sawing holes in his walls and was determined to stop them from damaging his property.
Fair enough. So we called Rogers and we were assured we could keep our connections in the old house for four days and could postpone our installment.
“You’re sure,” I asked, having had a less than wonderful relationship with Rogers in the past. “I write a blog and I have bleaders who will jump out windows if I don’t write everyday.”
Then the friendly Rogers agent chuckled. He must have read my blog.
“Not a problem ma’am.”
Yeah, right.
So Scott got a call first thing yesterday morning from the Cable Guy who was waiting at the other place. Seems the friendly Rogers customer care agent hadn’t bother to contact him. Minutes later, my Internet went down.
What?
So I phoned to complain and the new friendly Rogers agent shrugged across the phone line and told me there was nothing to be done. So I tried to get on my Facebook and email using the IPhone but was booted off because security wouldn’t let me access my account from an “unknown” source — my IPhone! What the?
We finally got this thing sorted out by end of day.
Today is not looking much better. I was up all night with Ming who had diarrhea and was scratching herself silly due to her fall allergies. Put on the television and guess what? You guessed it — Rogers had disconnected the television.
Scott just spent the best part of two hours on the phone with Rogers. Nothing to be done. No television for the weekend.
Currently, we’re waiting for packers. Then I have to rush out the door about midday, as I am organizing a reunion (wake) for the Ottawa Journal which closed 30 years ago. Meanwhile, my friend Roger is still in a coma at the Ottawa Hospital, though, thankfully doctors say he will survive. And we’re still mad at our former landlord, Roger, who we may be taking to the tenant tribunal over this whole moving mess created by the toxic oil spill.
So I have all things Roger(s) on my mind today.
I am saving all my prayers and good wishes for only one of the afforementioned Rogers.
Don’t you just love moving?
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Rose Simpson
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hmm, do you think they read the earlier version called ‘Rogers Sucks’ ?