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nyykiI don't get across the border very often -- DART doesn't go much south of me because the people down there voted themselves out and want back in but they're not up for paying for what they would gain -- sort of like a civic mass transit form of slipping in without paying the freight.
First off, AT&T has changed their services rendered at their locations. They're far less helpful -- of the three hours and ten minutes I spent there only about forty-five minutes of it was being helped by someone. The first guy I talked to didn't know how to do what I wanted done to my phone, so he asked his store manager to take care of me. I never saw hide nor hair of the manager because he was on a phone call the entire time. The guy who helped me did a fair job, though a couple of things didn't get done. I'm going to have to look into that to take care of one of them, and another can't be done because my phone was designed for velociraptors, that's how old it is.
The big surprise there was that nobody told me I needed to upgrade my phone because it was old.
Then it was on to the mammogram place. I'm looking forward to the scanning bras developed recently (I heard about this in a recent issue of Scientific American).
Also, nobody commented on my purple Chuck Taylors -- they're a striking color, and I get comments about them almost every time I wear them out in public.
The guitar repair guy at Guitar Center was out today, so I didn't get any help in stringing the electric guitar I'm going to sell as soon as I get it checked out. I want it strung and then I want it tested and after that I want it gone, so I can spend the proceeds on other gear. I'm moving toward a gear structure where if it's not in a plan to use it and I'm not using it now it goes away.
Still, progress, it's what's for lunch.
First off, AT&T has changed their services rendered at their locations. They're far less helpful -- of the three hours and ten minutes I spent there only about forty-five minutes of it was being helped by someone. The first guy I talked to didn't know how to do what I wanted done to my phone, so he asked his store manager to take care of me. I never saw hide nor hair of the manager because he was on a phone call the entire time. The guy who helped me did a fair job, though a couple of things didn't get done. I'm going to have to look into that to take care of one of them, and another can't be done because my phone was designed for velociraptors, that's how old it is.
The big surprise there was that nobody told me I needed to upgrade my phone because it was old.
Then it was on to the mammogram place. I'm looking forward to the scanning bras developed recently (I heard about this in a recent issue of Scientific American).
Also, nobody commented on my purple Chuck Taylors -- they're a striking color, and I get comments about them almost every time I wear them out in public.
The guitar repair guy at Guitar Center was out today, so I didn't get any help in stringing the electric guitar I'm going to sell as soon as I get it checked out. I want it strung and then I want it tested and after that I want it gone, so I can spend the proceeds on other gear. I'm moving toward a gear structure where if it's not in a plan to use it and I'm not using it now it goes away.
Still, progress, it's what's for lunch.
