Journal Xerithane's Journal: Moved, and other tasty morsels! 4

For those who doubted AT&T/Comast, you were wrong. I watched a few movies, and have confirmed that I really shouldn't need to buy any more DVDs for a very, very long time. Just a Tivo. Everything was setup just fine, except for my lack of a cable modem. Somehow in the midst of things I forgot to go pick one up. Oops.

So now I have to get electricity and gas hooked up. Everything has gone so incredibly smooth. This means that the last two things are bound to turn into some assorted circus of ass-monkeys riding on top of drunken beavers.

The gas company was confused, but slightly painless. After being lectured for not knowing my mothers phone number (Amen to electronic information management devices) by the lady, and divulging every bit of personal information I could make up, I get an appointment to hook up gas to my fireplace. A single fireplace, and they need to know where my girlfriend goes to school. If I still had faith in humanity and government regulated corporations, I would question this.

The electricity was a whole new matter. After calling up and giving my information, I'm informed the previous tenant had moral objections towards paying his electricity bill and as of tomorrow, I will be without electricity. Thanks Toby. If I meet you, I will punch you square in the teeth for making me have this conversation. Anyways, I'm still unsure why this concerns me, as I've had legal possession of the apartment since Saturday and I'm trying to get the electricity in my name at my residence. My word apparently isn't good enough anymore, which is just confuses. How can I apply and get a credit line over the internet but not establish electricity in my own damn house? Well, it's "According to the policy", they have to have me drive down to their office which is in a completely different direction than I would ever go, in a part of town I never need to visit, and show them my rental agreement and photo identification.

After illustrating my concern about such a procedure, using such phrases as "not only idiotic, but unacceptable" she informs me she can just call the landlord and find out from them. Well, that's great you minimum-wage-dwelling-ass-monkey. Thank you for making me argue with your cue cards for 15 minutes while you conveniently forgot about this.

So, I get to call back tonight and ensure that they managed to make contact with my apartment management team (Consisting of one girl who apparently lost her surf-board in California and has never regained her personality since, and several others who are relatively nice but not exactly punctual) and established that Toby no longer lives in that apartment. Toby apparently had children that also liked to draw on things. I know this because we've discovered drawings on the outside patio, the closet door, and a few other miscellaneous things that could only be paint or marker or some other substance I'd prefer not to think about.