first important note for the day: i was right, hello kitty was merchandise *before* it became animated. why did i know that?
pg and i took the bus together to campus, where i signed out for my exam and laughed at a girl who tried to interpret the most random, "simply being pleasant" of smiles as an indication of how i felt towards the paper. i've looked it over and it seems... fairly simple and straightforward. i'll get around to it sometime this weekend. instead of focusing on that, i organized an important form from my clinic, picked up my trousers from the dry-cleaner, sorted out lightbulbs and got stuck into railroad shunting.
the reason for that last item being started was that i had to make a phone call to hot about coming to the end of a year's service. it's been an annoying service, so after getting hold of a salesperson and hearing how they weren't going to do anything special* to keep me as a customer i decided to call bezeq, israel's equivalent of south africa's telkom.
* it's not like they care that my service has been spotty and frustrating for most of the year. their tech support refuses to deal with on/off issues. technically speaking i'm always connected and my speeds are good, but most requests have to be sent more than once.
boy, was i *ever* surprised to discover that hot's rates are *far* superior to bezeq's. it only matters who's got the cheapest service when you're a student, so back to hot it was. the person i spoke to explained to me that as i've been on the "bundle" plan (it took me a while to register that she was using an english word) i'd have to speak to netvision and handle the renewal through them.
i called up netvision, eventually got through to someone helpful, and was told that there's no more "bundling" after my contract's up. he did let me know, emphatically, that the account separation would be cheaper for me. "great!", i exclaimed, "sign me up!".
"with the greatest of pleasure. are you going to call them right now and tell them to separate things?"
"sure, why not?"
"good. then you inform them and i'll handle everything on this side."
i probably should've been suspicious from that point already. i called up hot, and the stupid #$@%! i spoke to did nothing but confuse me. it took a while to get her to stop offering me deals that would cost me more money*, and only then did she tell me that if i wanted to separate the "bundle" i'd have to call netvision and get them to send hot a "severance order".
* making me feel like a right bastard, because everytime she made me an offer i repeated, word for word, that i'm a student and that i don't want to spend more.
"couldn't you get in touch with them?"
"no." (total lie, they've always connected me before)
"really? you can't connect us?"
"sorry, sir. it's not within my power."
bollocks.
so by the time i called back netvision, i was pissed. i do pity the poor woman who first answered the phone, because i let out everything only to discover that i'd dialled the wrong number on the automated system.
i hate those systems.
the second time i got through to a really sweet girl who listened to my whole story, calmed me down with promises that she'd sort everything out (although it took a few tries to get her to understand that all i wanted to do was follow the first guy's instructions without screwing myself, paying extra or being disconnected from the internet).
by the end i was more or less convinced, but when she told me that the survey i'm going to be sent should be filled out with regards her only, i let her know that i would tell as much of my anguish as i possibly could, although she could rest assured that i thought highly enough of her that honesty should be just fine.
that was a horrible, horrible experience. i hate the *ahem* service *ahem* industry in this country.
i've been receiving invitations and flyers for big trance festivals, both here and abroad. it's making me fidgety. i definitely need a sponsor.
pg and i shared a salad for lunch, and then an agitated walk / bus to buy ski trip stuff. we looked at hats, gloves, goggles, and backpacks, but eventually i only bought a replacement hat (it's amusing and doesn't go with anything i own). the purchase itself involved everyone in the store going ga-ga over my being an ex-south african; some of them were there for the world cup and were very enthusiastic :)
pg and i stepped on to the bus, and some wanker in the front spat out "you look *SO* cool" as i walked past. i responded with a jovial "thank you!", carried on and only later began to steam about what an asshole that man is. what's your #$@%!ing problem, douchebag?? someone piss in your cornflakes?
the bus trip was made all the lovelier when a teenage girl waltzed in, stood right next to me and proceeded to shout at (one assumes) her friend on the phone, instructing her in how to be a complete bitch. i got off the bus early so that i didn't have to listen to any more, even if it did mean a much longer walk.
work: i feel like a complete moron. why? because i didn't perform a code review on the new guy's last release, and he's done some really stupid shit. we're all going to be paying for this for a while. in addition, i was there until far later than intended because i redid a really complicated section... i was having trouble keeping track of all the changes that needed to be made and there were non-stop interruptions :S
i left around an hour ago, dead on my feet, and now that i've posted i'm off to pg's to watch a movie and get some rest.
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