Welcome Back, Cable (good-bye productivity)
As I write this, Comcast is at my house installing a better cable package. At least they better be. Their time slot was between 1-3. And those scumbags customer service fiends like to leave it to the last minute. In fact, they’re probably not even there yet. I fucking HATE Comcast. But it’s the only provider we know of. We looked into FiOS, got wicked excited about it, then saw that it’s not available in our area. Boston, home to some of the most prestigious schools in the world, can’t even figure out how to offer more than one cable service to their residents #firstworldproblems
Sometimes I like to pretend I don’t watch a lot of television. That I get home from work and dive right into making a home-cooked dinner for me and B, and then we spend our evening discussing worldly issues and making our relationship stronger. Then I remember how much I love Taco Bell and trashy television. Whomp whomp.
Way back when I was looking for apartments on craigslist, if the posting mentioned that they didn’t have cable, I was no longer interested. It could be a townhouse in the middle of Back Bay with a private roof deck and a doorman and I’d be like, well, they don’t have cable, they must sit around and stare at each other, not really my scene (b/c that specification of apartments came up in my price range search ALL THE TIME).
I wouldn’t call myself a couch potato. I mean, potatoes can’t really get up at commercials to raid the cupboards, can they? I just happen to like my couch.
I don’t even know what I watch most nights. Mindless entertainment. Must be the American in me. When B downgraded his cable package, I thought I would miss MTV and Bravo the most. But I honestly can’t remember the last time I watched MTV. Oh God. I’m getting old. A fear cemented by the fact that the prime demographic for the network I do miss the most is out of the “18-24 y/o” box.
I’m just gonna come right out and say it: I needed B to upgrade his cable so I could watch HGTV again. Income Property. House Hunters. Property Virgins. Their whole line-up is gold. Gold!
Before you judge me, might I suggest going home and turning on an episode of House Hunters. But not House Hunters International – that will just make you jealous that you can’t afford a vacation home in Brazil.
Just make sure you’re comfortable with your current living situation. It can get kind of depressing when you see that what you paid for a modest two-bedroom condo can get you a beautiful house in Texas. Or a mansion in Florida.
Ugh. I’m disgusted just thinking about it. But then I think, well, who wants to live in Florida? That would really be depressing.
Sometimes I like to pretend I don’t watch a lot of television. That I get home from work and dive right into making a home-cooked dinner for me and B, and then we spend our evening discussing worldly issues and making our relationship stronger. Then I remember how much I love Taco Bell and trashy television. Whomp whomp.
Way back when I was looking for apartments on craigslist, if the posting mentioned that they didn’t have cable, I was no longer interested. It could be a townhouse in the middle of Back Bay with a private roof deck and a doorman and I’d be like, well, they don’t have cable, they must sit around and stare at each other, not really my scene (b/c that specification of apartments came up in my price range search ALL THE TIME).
I wouldn’t call myself a couch potato. I mean, potatoes can’t really get up at commercials to raid the cupboards, can they? I just happen to like my couch.
I don’t even know what I watch most nights. Mindless entertainment. Must be the American in me. When B downgraded his cable package, I thought I would miss MTV and Bravo the most. But I honestly can’t remember the last time I watched MTV. Oh God. I’m getting old. A fear cemented by the fact that the prime demographic for the network I do miss the most is out of the “18-24 y/o” box.
I’m just gonna come right out and say it: I needed B to upgrade his cable so I could watch HGTV again. Income Property. House Hunters. Property Virgins. Their whole line-up is gold. Gold!
Before you judge me, might I suggest going home and turning on an episode of House Hunters. But not House Hunters International – that will just make you jealous that you can’t afford a vacation home in Brazil.
Just make sure you’re comfortable with your current living situation. It can get kind of depressing when you see that what you paid for a modest two-bedroom condo can get you a beautiful house in Texas. Or a mansion in Florida.
Ugh. I’m disgusted just thinking about it. But then I think, well, who wants to live in Florida? That would really be depressing.
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Kind Regards,
Melissa Mendoza
Digital Media Specialist
National Customer Operations
We_Can_Help@comcast.com