We've been Direct TV for a couple of years now and at a certain point in time, we decided that if our bill crept up over a certain amount, we'd cancel. Or at least threaten to cancel to get a better deal.
And so, every few months they offer us a deal and then suddenly, without notice, our bill jumps $30 and we make the call.
This time, we decided to finally upgrade to an HD dish (or whatever it's called), and the technician was scheduled for Thursday morning between 8am and 12pm, which means he showed up at 11:55am with the wrong ladder and told us we'd be "first thing in the morning on tomorrow."
So my husband called in the morning to confirm (which they did) and then again at noon when no one had showed up. And then at 2:30 and 5pm and 8pm, because he had just wasted an entire day courtesy of Direct TV who apparently doesn't call anyone back. Even when they say so.
You know it's bad when the person on the other end says "Oh, no one showed up?"
In any case, I had no idea how it resolved because I was off enjoying the spoils of my husband's clogged ear (still people, still!) at a blogger gathering organized by the lovely Anissa Mayhew and Jessica from Oh The Joys, only to return to find Margot in our bed and coughing.
[If you're counting, it's almost a month with at least 3 people in my house coughing].
So, I got in bed with her, which I've been doing for the last two weeks, and attempted to sleep, which I haven't really been doing for the last two weeks.
Except last night, she decided to twirl my hair for an hour straight and kick me in the head, at which point I decided that this was the night to break her of her her new habit before the baby comes and played "scream in the bathroom or sleep in your bed."
You can imagine how well that went.
I think I got about 2 hours in my bed and then I ended up sleeping on her crib mattress with her until the phone rang at 7:00am on a Saturday.
Surprise! It was Direct TV.
Because they can't call you on a week day when they're supposed to come, but they can wake up your entire family on a Saturday morning of a holiday weekend, no less.
However, I will be enjoying the company of storm troopers and Klingons today, and will hopefully miss all the installation shenanigans. And they should consider themselves damn lucky. Because if they knew that there was a very pregnant woman in the house, I'm guessing we would have had our dish up very early yesterday morning.