Snowbird, Freebird - 1/7/13 #6

So here it is, Monday and the day the supervisor is going to come and give me a DVR box.  I was told they would call before noon.  At 11 I could wait no longer and called them.  I spoke w/Crystal at Harry's.  "Hi Crystal, I'm just checking on when your supervisor will be coming to set up by DVR box".  I was on hold for a while, Crystal comes back and says - "there's no notes about anybody coming to your house.  You're set for hookup on January 14th".  Oh God.  I took some deep cleansing breaths and explained to Crystal that the 14th is no longer in play, as the guys were already here, and told me that today the supervisor was coming to put me out of my misery.

Crystal had no idea what I was talking about.  More deep breaths.  Then there's a knock on my door and guess who?  The same cable guy who was here on Saturday (with a new helper).  Cut to the chase, no I cannot ever have a DVR box.  But, I now have 82, count 'em 82 channels.  I practicallly hugged them.  The new guy (this was his second day) looked like he was rethinking his job choice.  Hopefully it was explained to him that not every customer gets this enthused.  Or maybe they do.  Who knows.  Anyway, it's over, the long nightmare is over.

Now my goal is to find the beach.  My inability to find my way around is legendary.  Hi, my name is Phyllis and I am Navigationally Challenged.  The GPS is the greatest invention since Velcro and the DVR (hey, I'm workin' on it).  I know I am in southern Florida, in a town that has the word "beach" in it, yet I cannot seem to actually find the beach - you know the place with the sand and the water.  I think I was really close at one point because I saw people walking on the street with chairs and towels. 
 
I look at it this way, at least I have a goal.  I no longer have cable to obsess about, so finding the beach seems to me to be the next logical move. Wish me well, I have sunscreen and focus.  I will find the beach.