Kiss My Ass Comcast....

I finished talking to K* on the phone and started to go upstairs and that's when I heard it....

"Yo Thump! 'boom boom boom' yo Thump!!! Whaddup with the rematch???? Don't think I don't know you're home!!!"

It was my next door neighbor. You see we have this thing on the street where we all ball like crazy. No we don't go to clubs trying to be players, but on the street we play basketball. There's about a good 7 of us who have either played with each other at some time or just played. Well we started this game where cats play one on one for the King of the Villa' title. (The Villa' is just the half name of my street we live on. Well I had my first game last week and lost 11-9. Yes, DaChamp got beat, and I can't give yall an excuse because well, there isn't one. Now the rematch will take place later this afternoon. I will update yall later.

I feel as though the Marines still hasn't left me. When I was in I was in Communications, I learned how to set up antennaes, and radios to provide comm to whoever needed it. With the right cats you can have shop set up in like 15 minutes. With that same group of cats you can also break down comm in like 5. When I got out I hoped to succeed in places such as Comcast, Verizon, Digital etc. Although things didn't work out like I thought. I still find myself dealing with Contract Cable Operators from time to time. These cats are the ones who come over set you up, have simple conversation while they are 'working' and leave abruptly...only to have you sitting there wondering why you can't watch the channels you supposedly pay for. When you call the spot they came from either there is no answer, or no answers. You are then left with a monthly bill and channels not even worth watching. Then once you finally get through to the company they give you the runaround, letting you know that service was provided, and the person you need to get in contact with is the contractor, to make matters worse, he hasn't been in for months and even THEY don't know why. It is after a few weeks, or maybe months that you either see him in Wal-Mart, or the Mall, and they give you this look like they know you, but don't really say anything. It is until that next week he calls, questioning if you're satisfied with your service, or if there is anything to do to fix the problem. While you stare at the phone with this look like, "Where the fuck were you when I needed you?" I sat on like 10 channels and not one was worth watching, I dealt with blackouts, my Internet freezing, and occasional static at 3am. When I called, I got nothing. I got turned away, and fucking pushed aside. Now after I done switched my service and moved on in life, you pick now to try and fix my shit? Come come now...

Nah, I'm not a Cable Contractor, and probobly will never be. I still remember my shit, I still know how to establish communication. Unlike some, I don't stop working when a job is half done. Us Jarheads get shit cracking, and when or if shit gets cracked, we fix it and move on. Sit on something too long and the ass begins to hurt, patience wears thin, and sooner or later you're left wondering why shit just couldn't be fixed when it should've been.

Just remember what happened when you called the company, they fucked you. They pushed you aside in hopes that you would just go away, it's when you get smart and cut they ass off like they cut you off that they want to get their own answers.......

Funny thing is, even after that, they still want you to pay the bill.

Sheeit, I'm out Yall be Cool.
DaChamp