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Motherfucking goddamn hell-ass bitch shit.
Spectrum done fucked up again. Or, rather, the Goober and Gomer motherfuckers they hired to come out and bury the Internet cable fucked up, anyway.
So, around 4:30pm today, two full weeks after the Internet was (finally) installed, Jed and Jethro showed up to bury the cable. Allow me to be blatantly prejudiced and bigoted against rednecks for a moment. I'm not ashamed to be so, in this case, and I don't give a flying fuck, in any case. These dudes looked like two big fat hicks who couldn't have found their asses with two hands and a flashlight, straight up, simple as that. I had a sinking feeling right from the start when I saw them walking down across the yard of my sister's house (and now, I suppose, my house too, though it's still weird to think of this place as "home," even after more than a month).
They didn't want to even bury the cable at first. They wanted to redo the whole thing as an aerial, i.e. above ground, since that's how the power cable was coming into the house. Never mind that the fucking Internet cable was already right the fuck there and all they had to do was bury the fucking thing and be done with it. No, what it really was is that they just didn't want to go up in the 10 feet or so of mild overgrowth between the dog-fence and the utility pole and have to bury it by hand with a shovel, because they couldn't get their everfucking trench-digging tractor thing up in there. Anyway, after talking to my sister on my cellphone (because I passed the buck on that shit), they decided to go ahead and bury it. (I mean, it's not like Heath and Hoss themselves were going to be climbing their fat asses up the fucking pole to run that aerial shit anyway, or at least I would have been highly surprised if they would have done that themselves.)
So, they drove the goddamn tractor thing (it was bigger than a lawnmower, but smaller than a bona fide tractor, and had what looked like a giant chainsaw blade on the front of it, for the trench digging) over to the gate of the dog-fence and then stood there with their thumbs up their asses for a few minutes because they apparently couldn't figure out what to do to get the thing through the gate. At this particular moment, I was in the house watching them through the windows, though I'd gone out earlier and spoke to them. So, I rolled my eyes and went back out and moved the cinder blocks out of the way so that they could open the other door and get the fucking tractor-thing through.
Then, with the gate open, the dog made a break for it (not a big deal, because she's 15 years old and moves like frozen molasses, and I was actually kind of surprised that she'd even bothered to get up at all, to be honest, though I guess she was upset by the sound of the tractor thing), so I spent the rest of the time out there until Bocephus and Bubba left just walking around with the dog on a leash.
At some point while Mutt and Jeff were doing their shit, their fucking tractor apparently broke down, and they had to spend around 30 minutes trying to get that thing running again. They got it working and drove it back out of the dog-fence, then finally left.
But here's the kicker, and this is the real reason why I am (and my sister is) so fucking pissed off. Roscoe and Enos cut the fucking electrical wire and/or the water pipe leading down to my sister's well, which provides all the water for the house. This... after I fucking explicitly warned Festus and Chester that it was there and that they needed to be aware of it and careful about it. This... after we had mentioned in every single fucking call we made to Spectrum in the past month-plus that we were concerned about someone potentially cutting the water pipes/electrical wires and were assured, oh no, you don't have to worry, our guys are good, our guys are the best. Nope, Cleetus and Clyde, you can be sure, were decidedly not the best.
So yeah, basically we don't have running water in this house now, and won't have it again until someone comes and fixes it, presumably tomorrow. And Spectrum would not fully commit to paying for shit when my sister called them to try to get some restitution for this. I think they said that they'll pay for the repairs, after the fact, if it can be proven that it was indeed George and Jeb who damaged it, but we'll just have to wait and see how that goes, I guess.
In all seriousness, I truly hope Donald and Vladimir stepped in some of the dog's shit while they were trudging around out there.
Spectrum done fucked up again. Or, rather, the Goober and Gomer motherfuckers they hired to come out and bury the Internet cable fucked up, anyway.
So, around 4:30pm today, two full weeks after the Internet was (finally) installed, Jed and Jethro showed up to bury the cable. Allow me to be blatantly prejudiced and bigoted against rednecks for a moment. I'm not ashamed to be so, in this case, and I don't give a flying fuck, in any case. These dudes looked like two big fat hicks who couldn't have found their asses with two hands and a flashlight, straight up, simple as that. I had a sinking feeling right from the start when I saw them walking down across the yard of my sister's house (and now, I suppose, my house too, though it's still weird to think of this place as "home," even after more than a month).
They didn't want to even bury the cable at first. They wanted to redo the whole thing as an aerial, i.e. above ground, since that's how the power cable was coming into the house. Never mind that the fucking Internet cable was already right the fuck there and all they had to do was bury the fucking thing and be done with it. No, what it really was is that they just didn't want to go up in the 10 feet or so of mild overgrowth between the dog-fence and the utility pole and have to bury it by hand with a shovel, because they couldn't get their everfucking trench-digging tractor thing up in there. Anyway, after talking to my sister on my cellphone (because I passed the buck on that shit), they decided to go ahead and bury it. (I mean, it's not like Heath and Hoss themselves were going to be climbing their fat asses up the fucking pole to run that aerial shit anyway, or at least I would have been highly surprised if they would have done that themselves.)
So, they drove the goddamn tractor thing (it was bigger than a lawnmower, but smaller than a bona fide tractor, and had what looked like a giant chainsaw blade on the front of it, for the trench digging) over to the gate of the dog-fence and then stood there with their thumbs up their asses for a few minutes because they apparently couldn't figure out what to do to get the thing through the gate. At this particular moment, I was in the house watching them through the windows, though I'd gone out earlier and spoke to them. So, I rolled my eyes and went back out and moved the cinder blocks out of the way so that they could open the other door and get the fucking tractor-thing through.
Then, with the gate open, the dog made a break for it (not a big deal, because she's 15 years old and moves like frozen molasses, and I was actually kind of surprised that she'd even bothered to get up at all, to be honest, though I guess she was upset by the sound of the tractor thing), so I spent the rest of the time out there until Bocephus and Bubba left just walking around with the dog on a leash.
At some point while Mutt and Jeff were doing their shit, their fucking tractor apparently broke down, and they had to spend around 30 minutes trying to get that thing running again. They got it working and drove it back out of the dog-fence, then finally left.
But here's the kicker, and this is the real reason why I am (and my sister is) so fucking pissed off. Roscoe and Enos cut the fucking electrical wire and/or the water pipe leading down to my sister's well, which provides all the water for the house. This... after I fucking explicitly warned Festus and Chester that it was there and that they needed to be aware of it and careful about it. This... after we had mentioned in every single fucking call we made to Spectrum in the past month-plus that we were concerned about someone potentially cutting the water pipes/electrical wires and were assured, oh no, you don't have to worry, our guys are good, our guys are the best. Nope, Cleetus and Clyde, you can be sure, were decidedly not the best.
So yeah, basically we don't have running water in this house now, and won't have it again until someone comes and fixes it, presumably tomorrow. And Spectrum would not fully commit to paying for shit when my sister called them to try to get some restitution for this. I think they said that they'll pay for the repairs, after the fact, if it can be proven that it was indeed George and Jeb who damaged it, but we'll just have to wait and see how that goes, I guess.
In all seriousness, I truly hope Donald and Vladimir stepped in some of the dog's shit while they were trudging around out there.
