My Dish satellite went out sometime Wednesday night. Thursday I went to flip on Today and OMG, nothing. Just a coded message that didn't tell me anything. Well, I checked my connections, plugged, unplugged, shifted boxes, waited, tried again. Nothing. Just code 31.345.xx0 yada yada blah blah blah. About 10 I called Dish. Very nice, patient. Have you tried this? Yes. Have you tried that? Yes. Is everything connected? Yes. Okay, let me log in. She logs in and finally determines...wait for it....something's wrong!
So we set a time for a service tech to come out. Tomorrow (today) between 8 and 12. They will call with a "narrower window" in the morning. Well, of course they call but I don't answer. No ID. My policy is: no ID, no answer. If no message left, I figure you really didn't want to talk me...or I didn't really want to talk to you! Anyway, back to the waiting for the service guy.
I believe he did call to say he'd be here right at 8am sharp. But his call showed no ID, and I strictly enforce my policy. I have gotten suckered into too many conversations with solicitors and wrong numbers to be bothered. But the good news it, I was ready when he arrived. Very nice, polite, went right to work. After about 20 minutes of testing this, checking that, going under the house (I don't even want to go under there!), he diagnosed the problem: a cable connection had come loose. Couldn't explain. It happens. Yes, I understand. At least it wasn't critters chewing. No, no chewing. So the receivers receive once again and all is well with the broadcast universe in my house again.
Okay, so I told you all this when really, what I wanted to ask was. Do you get a weird feeling when a stranger is poking around in your house? I mean, what do you do? I try to act non-chalant. I try to find things to do to keep me out of the way. I try to keep the dogs quiet. I am occupied, but it feels vaguely uncomfortable with someone in the house wandering around. What does he think of my housekeeping? What if he finds a hidden treasure? A dead body I knew nothing about? What if he thinks I'm weird or? And then I shout inside my head, Who cares???
So finally he leaves. I give him a good review. Another crisis resolved. Another subject for a blog about the trivial matters of life. And yet, its not so trivial I guess. It is just part of the new norm. Strangers in your house. Awkward pauses, waiting around. Trying not to appear stupid yet not wanting to appear a know-it-all interferer.
The good thing is I can catch up on Day of Our Lives. John has been captured. His son brought in as a hostage. Brady proposed to Teresa, really? Joey is going to confess to killing Ava because he can't let his dad take the rap. Kate is getting involved with yet another bad guy...well, you get the picture. I guess that is why waiting for the tech guy to fix my satellite is not all that exciting.
So we set a time for a service tech to come out. Tomorrow (today) between 8 and 12. They will call with a "narrower window" in the morning. Well, of course they call but I don't answer. No ID. My policy is: no ID, no answer. If no message left, I figure you really didn't want to talk me...or I didn't really want to talk to you! Anyway, back to the waiting for the service guy.
I believe he did call to say he'd be here right at 8am sharp. But his call showed no ID, and I strictly enforce my policy. I have gotten suckered into too many conversations with solicitors and wrong numbers to be bothered. But the good news it, I was ready when he arrived. Very nice, polite, went right to work. After about 20 minutes of testing this, checking that, going under the house (I don't even want to go under there!), he diagnosed the problem: a cable connection had come loose. Couldn't explain. It happens. Yes, I understand. At least it wasn't critters chewing. No, no chewing. So the receivers receive once again and all is well with the broadcast universe in my house again.
Okay, so I told you all this when really, what I wanted to ask was. Do you get a weird feeling when a stranger is poking around in your house? I mean, what do you do? I try to act non-chalant. I try to find things to do to keep me out of the way. I try to keep the dogs quiet. I am occupied, but it feels vaguely uncomfortable with someone in the house wandering around. What does he think of my housekeeping? What if he finds a hidden treasure? A dead body I knew nothing about? What if he thinks I'm weird or? And then I shout inside my head, Who cares???
So finally he leaves. I give him a good review. Another crisis resolved. Another subject for a blog about the trivial matters of life. And yet, its not so trivial I guess. It is just part of the new norm. Strangers in your house. Awkward pauses, waiting around. Trying not to appear stupid yet not wanting to appear a know-it-all interferer.
The good thing is I can catch up on Day of Our Lives. John has been captured. His son brought in as a hostage. Brady proposed to Teresa, really? Joey is going to confess to killing Ava because he can't let his dad take the rap. Kate is getting involved with yet another bad guy...well, you get the picture. I guess that is why waiting for the tech guy to fix my satellite is not all that exciting.
