Gisteren werd mijn spanning niet betrekking gehad op huwelijk plannend (Iâ die m wordt die in November wordt gehuwd), maar eerder verstrekte hoffelijkheid van Comcast. I took the day off work to be home for the switch to Comcast’s Triple Play digital television-Internet-phone package — partly because it’s cheaper than what I had with RCN, partly to get a DVR, and partly because Comcast carries Versus & NHL Center Ice.
Friday, 8:00 AM—The phone rings; I awaken and fumble for the receiver. I muzzily hear someone talking about Comcast, so I press “9â€? to buzz them in, impressed they showed up so early. Doesn’t work. I press “9â€? again, to no avail. Finally I’m awake enough to understand what the caller is saying: it’s Comcast HQ calling to make sure I’ll be home in the 8-11 AM installation window—not someone downstairs waiting to be let in. D’oh. I sheepishly apologize and say yes, I will be here.
Friday, 10:45 AM—The installation technician arrives within the originally scheduled time window, which was a nice surprise. However, while my name and phone number are on the work order, everything else is wrong: the address is a different unit in my building; the order is for a Comcast service upgrade rather than a whole new installation; and they didn’t start the process to port my existing phone number to the new account.
As I type this he’s been here over an hour and a half, mostly on the phone to his headquarters. From what I can gather it seems they’ll be able to install everything, but they won’t be able to port my phone number today. So for a few days I’ll have a new phone number with Comcast, yet I’ll have to continue paying RCN to keep the other phone line active otherwise I risk losing the phone number I’ve had for eleven years. Wonderful.
Friday, 1:30 PM—After three long hours, the technician has finally gone. Most of a day wasted, but at least my high-speed Internet is back up (as evidenced by this post). The tech was very polite, and installed my DVR, cable box, and cable modem successfully . . . well, for the most part he did—I had to configure my own wireless router, as he was stumped by my pretty typical LINKSYS router. He did stay until it was working though.
This cable installation play-by-play is on OFB for two reasons. First, venting makes me feel a little better. Second, I was unable to get to the Kettler rinks today as I planned, so I apologize for being unable to provide coverage of the day’s events as I’d hoped.
So my cable service installation is only 2/3 complete, yet it consumed most of a day. Now all I have to do is wait five days for the number port to be complete, then schedule another technician visit to switch my phone lines. In the meantime, I have to continue paying RCN to keep my existing phone number active.
Thank you, Comcast, for perpetuating the well-deserved stereotype of disorganized and indifferent cable company service.