So, I am spending my second day waiting for Verizon to fix my phone line. I have a cel phone. The phone line is for my computer....

I got the call yesterday, just before eight, checking to see if I would let them in some time before twelve. I then passed the afternoon calling Verizon to see if they could find out when their man might show. At six, I left for a meeting in prison. At seven twenty, Verizon called to say they were at my house.

Bastards.

This morning, I had some fun trying to locate an office that was open and could tell me if I would be visited by a repair man any time today. It was a fruitless waste of time. As I said to the last person I spoke to, we can put a man on the moon, yet we still can't locate the repair guy.

Wankers.