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Good Advice Not Taken-Big Mistake

I love the weekend. Doesn’t everyone? I love to sleep in and enjoy the morning in my PJ’s. Well this morning was no exception. I woke up around 10 AM. Yes-you read right. 10:00 AM. I’m proud to say it, too.

Since we are still all in the living room, I get to wake up to the most wonderful view of our garden trees. I love it. I feel like I’m at some resort on vacation. So on the weekend, I have a tendency to wake up and then just lie in bed for half an hour looking out the windows. It’s so serene and calm.

Around 10:30 I decided that I had better get up and start my day. Normally on Saturdays I start the coffee, make some breakfast and watch something interesting on TV like “Tous Ensemble” or “Maison A Vendre”. If nothing terrific is showing then it’s the old, mindless stand-by “Luxe TV”.

Well today started out normal, I woke up late, stayed in bed for the usual half an hour then got up to make coffee. That was where the normal part ended. After I started the coffee I went over to the TV and turned it on. Dude and I had watched a movie the night before so when I turned on the TV it was still on the same movie channel. This morning  there was a movie about to start and some guy was introducing it, but the sound was all the way down because Dude and Tinki were still asleep. I figured I would see what the movie was all about before changing channels. While this guy was doing his intro, I walked back into the kitchen to get all my stuff ready for making breakfast.

When I walked back into the living room I was greeted by the most outrageous piece of porn that should never be on at 10:30am on a Saturday morning! It was also in the first 3 minutes of the film! Please!!! What was the world coming to??! Good thing the sound was turned down or it probably would have woken up my gang. The worst part was that I couldn’t change the channel (not cuz I didn’t want to, but because I really couldn’t)! See lately we’ve been having a problem with our cable box. We’re in the process of rewiring the house and have only gotten some of the lines done, but we still need to redo the outside lines (not sure if this is the problem, but it seems to have begun at this point). Well, for the past few weeks our cable box just gets stuck. You can’t turn the channel and you can’t fix the sound.

Fortunately at this moment the sound was down, like I mentioned, but unfortunately my cable box and remote had to pick a terrible time not to cooperate with each other. So there I was, right in front of my giant TV screen (at eye level I might add), with XXX rated stuff happening at Saturday morning cartoon time and frantically trying to change channels. I finally decided to take the batteries out of the remote and put them back in thinking that would help. I looked at the TV screen, nope still XXX going on. By this I was beginning to go into shock cuz it was getting worse on screen and a little hot in the room. Is there such thing as XXXX movies??!!

At this point, I decided just to pull the plug on the cable box. Unlucky for me there are 3 of them to choose from. I pulled the one I thought would work and all I got was “your signal has been lost” with the picture of full on boobies right in front of me as a screen shot window saver! Dang it! I kept thinking Dude was gonna wake up and say, “Is this what you watch in your spare time?” Geesh.

Finally I found the right plug, pulled it and the screen went dark. I was making so much noise by now that Dude woke up and asked me what I was doing. Since I am a good and honest girl, I told him the truth. He was like, really, at this time of day?? He told me to take the batteries out of the remote. I told him I tried that already and it didn’t work. Just for extra good measure I decided I would try it again before turning the cable back on. No sense in giving myself a heart attack when flipping the switch.

I plugged the cable box back in and that dang movie came on again (luckily the “hot stuff” was over by then), but this time I was able to change the channel to something more Saturday morning appropriate. I found a nice show on houses in France.

After this little episode, I suddenly remembered some advice that a friend of mine living in France had given me. She said that if you watch a movie at night, make sure that when you go to bed to turn the channel to something more family friendly. She told me that one night her and her husband were watching a movie and they both happened to fall asleep with the TV on. Sometime in the middle of the night she woke up and was in such shock at what she saw on the TV that she screamed out, threw her remote across the room and ran over as quick as she could (she said Olympic style) to turn off the TV. She said it took her 3 months to get over what she saw and personally, I think she might still have psychological damage from it.

Well, guess what? I didn’t heed her good advice. I should have and I will from now on just to avoid any trouble for myself in the future. Dang French TV.

I think that after my difficult morning and working the rest of the day on the house, I’m going to enjoy a nice dinner, a glass of wine and a more down to earth movie. “Somewhere in Time” here I come.


It Could Be Back To The Dark Ages For Me

This morning I went over to SFR to have them transfer my Neufbox   (internet, fixed line, and television) to our new house because we will be moving soon. I knew that this would be somewhat of a difficult feat, but little did I know how hard it was really going to be.

My morning actually started off pretty good. I first went to the bank to let them know about the move and my super, great bank said “OK, no problem. We can change your address for you immediately”. You know what? They did just that and I walked out of there just 5 minutes after I arrived. The day was starting off super duper.

Next stop, SFR. This is where my day started to come to a screeching halt. First off, I couldn’t get into the store. Their sliding glass door only works when you leave, but won’t let you enter. That’s a brilliant way to get customers. Some lady on the inside had to come and rescue me. Thank you whoever you are, I hope your time at SFR was worth it.

Once I made it inside the secret fortress, I had to wait awhile before speaking to a customer service representative since there were a few people in front of me. It was hard to tell what number I actually was because the French don’t really know how to queue up. So I just stood around and pretty much guessed when it was my turn.

Finally, I was called over to be waited on. The guy behind the counter asked what I wanted and I said that it was super simple. I was moving soon and wanted to transfer my Neufbox to my new house and I even had the phone number so he could look it up. He wrote my info down and made the call to the main customer service to find out what to do. I couldn’t believe how many buttons he had to push because he just kept going through that stupid voice menu you always get when calling and then once he finally made it to a real, live, human voice he had to answer a bazillion questions. Finally he gets off the phone and says, “You have to call this number from your fixed line at home and then push the #1 and then push the #1 again and tell them what you want.” REALLY? ARE YOU SERIOUS??! All that time with pushing buttons and having a stupid conversation and that’s what you came up with! Good grief. What a waste of time.

So, back home I went to go call these goof offs from my fixed line. I finally get a hold of someone and she asked me for my current address, I gave it to her. Then she wanted me to verify my name and fixed line number, I did that. Then she wanted to know when I was moving, I told her. Then she asked for my new address, I gave that to her.

She told me to hang on the line for a minute. Then she came back and asked if I had the old owner’s name, I gave that to her. Then she asked if they had an SFR account or line to the house. Now, how the heck am I suppose to know that? Was she trying to tell me that was the one vital piece of missing information I should have had when we all got together to sign the final agreement for purchasing the house? Cuz we all sat around while the notaries practically told everyone’s life stories and the SFR thing never came up.

Was this lady at SFR for real? I told her I didn’t know and that the house had been empty for a long time. Most likely since way before SFR even existed so to just please put it down as a transfer to a new home and call it a day.

She put me on hold again. Then she came back and said that the street on which my new house sat didn’t exist. What was going on with the world today!!?? Were the planets aligned all funny or was there some meteor shower raining down stupidity? I told her that I had been to the house, that it did exist and that there is a sign on the street with the name of the street on it and that I had already received my EDF and water bill with the name of the street I had given her. Those two entities didn’t seem to have a problem.

She said there was nothing she could do because they couldn’t transfer a line to a home that was on a street that didn’t exist. I asked her what the heck was I suppose to do.  It shows up on Google maps?! She told me to call back in 48 hours with the name of a street that DID exist and then she could help me. (Just kidding she didn’t say that). She might as well though, because she just hung up and wouldn’t help me anymore.

Now I have no idea what I am suppose to do. I am faced with going back to the dark ages of no television, no internet and no fixed line. My only hope is to go to the agency that sold me the house and see if they can help me out. They’re the ones who got my EDF and water all set up for me so I am hoping this will work, too. I need some real divine intervention here. I hope this all gets sorted out soon or the person you see walking around the streets ranting and raving will be me.

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